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Vision 3 Our Psycho-Mythic Descent

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  Our Psycho-Mythic Descent Here we are Stuck inside this weave You and I Underneath a hum that's ever tightening down, down, down Ever tightening down. Through the glass As if in an ocean Waiting here Always failing to remember who we were, were, were I wonder who we were. You look at me But your eyes are empty In the dark With the silver metal blooming in your mind, mind, mind Blooming in your mind. And the storm Rages on the outside While we sleep Watching all the shattered fragments floating by, by, by Fragments floating by. Here we are Caught inside the amber You and me Leaving all the ghosts of who we used to be, be, be Who we used to be. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub:  https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe t...
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Paradigm ICT systems and Learning

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I would like to take this opportunity to talk with you about a paradigm shift in relationship to ICT systems and education.
I would like to refer this paradigm shift to The Matrix movie. Your challenge is recognising whether you have taken the red pill or the blue pill.


So here is the red pill.
You are living in a 20th century paradigm.
Your paradigm problem  is to increase productivity.
To increase productivity you standardise operations.
This achieved via the following methods;

  • One software platform across your system
  • Limiting the type of devices connected to your system
  • You manage a centralised support system based on limited device type and platform.

Your system is highly controlled and managed by a centralised authority.
Your client's connect to your system

So here is the blue pill.
You are living in the 21st century paradigm.
Your paradigm problem  is how to continually adapt with rapid change.
To adapt your operations with rapid change you are standards based.
This is achieved via the following methods;

  • Employing cloud based platforms
  • Employing ubiquitous internet based devices
  • You manage a distributed support system based on crowd sourcing

Your system is decentralized and your authority is distributed
Your system connects to the client's

The red and blue pills are fantasy but there is a tipping point from one paradigm system to another.

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