I wonder if the process of learning is like…sediment on a shore.
That doesn’t sound very glamorous, but it feels appropriate somehow. A wave comes in, carrying all sorts of knowledge – far more than one person could possibly manage. It’s a little overwhelming. You might lose your footing. Or recklessly risk being swept out to sea.
And then the wave recedes, eclectic flotsam left in its wake.
You gather up what bits you can; painfully little compared to the vast sea before you. And you wait for the next wave to come in; awash with possibilities.
A good class is like a good book: once you finish it, you want to read it again; to rediscover its mysteries anew.