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The point here is that I think this is one part of what the liberal arts mantra of "teaching me how to think" is really supposed to mean: to be just a little less arrogant, to have some "critical awareness" about myself and my certainties... because a huge percentage of the stuff that I tend to be automatically certain of is, it turns out, totally wrong and deluded.

It means being conscious and aware enough to choose what you pay attention to and to choose how you construct meaning from experience.

It is about the real value of a real education, which has nothing to do with grades or degrees and everything to do with simple awareness -- awareness of what is so real and essential, so hidden in plain sight all around us, that we have to keep reminding ourselves over and over: