Stanford students possess an intellectual vitality. Reflect on an idea or experience that has been important to your intellectual development. - that is the prompt
Ok so i took a bit of a risk with this because my old one was way to generic. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR FEEDBACK!
"Bhajagovindam... Bhajagovindam Govindambhaja mootamate..." Sorry, I am often stuck writing with the Carnatic melodies of M.S.Subbulakshmi dancing within my mind. Now, to consider your question... "New York! Concrete jungle where dreams are made of! There's nothing...," please do not mind that, my mind often oversteps its boundaries and enters the page. Hmm, my intellectual vitality? You see, I often am lost in thought- I work in a fragmented manner, thinking of bits and pieces of a myriad of different things and finally coalescing them into one, uniform concept. I feel that the idea of freedom of thought, and an almost randomness of thought within one's mind enhances their ability to solve problems. Consistency is dry and rigid. Spontaneity is flexible and useful. Which, I suppose transitions nicely to a discussion about my intellectual development. I see life as a disjointed quilt of events and experiences. It is refractory, uneven, and dynamic. Why must my thoughts be any different? If this universe can operate under entropy, why must my mind conform to order? "We could not, for example, arrive at a principle like that of entropy without introducing some additional principle, such as randomness, to this topography." Ah, take that tangent so candidly stated by Michael Polanyi. Life is random, and this quality is thus the source of my intellectual inspiration. "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" Perhaps not. And perhaps that completely random statement is a useful instrument of emphasis in this essay. Maybe this glimpse into my mind has answered your questions: Spontaneity is the food of my intellect. Thus, I actively and openly use that force. I think with an intention to solve, but I let the elements that spring around me lead to the solution, in whatever way that may be. Well, what do you know? I am finished. Excuse me, "Bhajagovindam...Bhajagovindam Govindambhaja mootamate..."
Ok so i took a bit of a risk with this because my old one was way to generic. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR FEEDBACK!
"Bhajagovindam... Bhajagovindam Govindambhaja mootamate..." Sorry, I am often stuck writing with the Carnatic melodies of M.S.Subbulakshmi dancing within my mind. Now, to consider your question... "New York! Concrete jungle where dreams are made of! There's nothing...," please do not mind that, my mind often oversteps its boundaries and enters the page. Hmm, my intellectual vitality? You see, I often am lost in thought- I work in a fragmented manner, thinking of bits and pieces of a myriad of different things and finally coalescing them into one, uniform concept. I feel that the idea of freedom of thought, and an almost randomness of thought within one's mind enhances their ability to solve problems. Consistency is dry and rigid. Spontaneity is flexible and useful. Which, I suppose transitions nicely to a discussion about my intellectual development. I see life as a disjointed quilt of events and experiences. It is refractory, uneven, and dynamic. Why must my thoughts be any different? If this universe can operate under entropy, why must my mind conform to order? "We could not, for example, arrive at a principle like that of entropy without introducing some additional principle, such as randomness, to this topography." Ah, take that tangent so candidly stated by Michael Polanyi. Life is random, and this quality is thus the source of my intellectual inspiration. "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" Perhaps not. And perhaps that completely random statement is a useful instrument of emphasis in this essay. Maybe this glimpse into my mind has answered your questions: Spontaneity is the food of my intellect. Thus, I actively and openly use that force. I think with an intention to solve, but I let the elements that spring around me lead to the solution, in whatever way that may be. Well, what do you know? I am finished. Excuse me, "Bhajagovindam...Bhajagovindam Govindambhaja mootamate..."