Whose culture whose reality....

In my Culture Theory class we have been presented with the opportunity to help to define culture for the purposes of helping to direct the focus of a new programme "Culture and Society." Given that I am already enrolled in the doctoral studies in this division I do have a vested interest in this undertaking.

Tonight my brain, which continually exerts its independence from my consciousness a la Gaston Bachelard, offered up this definition:

"Culture is a lived experience in which a specific group of people continually construct a shared reality."

These are the sort of things that have kept me awake at night mot of my life. Now I get to actually make use of my insomnia. Actually, it was very useful when I was writing my journal for my Masters. Perhaps it is the only way that I can break free of the limitations that have been embedded into my being by the early educational system that I encountered, the one that punished originality and alternative interpretations of ideas.

I have been subversive most of my life, always seeking to undermine and destabilize the comfortable, the understood, the accepted truths. I began with religion when I realized that according to the rules, my father was likely going to Hell. I got around that by rejecting the rules in order to save my father. I have not looked back.




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