The Expanded Taxonomy of Learning; Bloom's Taxonomy

Over the years I'm quite sure everyone has been told that learning is essential to one's cognitive development. Without overwhelming itself, learning has been separated into many different "genre's," if you will. Personally, the only type of learning I've been conditioned to indulge in is critical thinking. If I had to define critical thinking, I would have to say that it basically is thinking beyond what is given to you to draw a specific conclusion (or possibly many conclusions).

However, I digress, I'm rambling. One part of learning that was never introduced to me until now is Bloom's Taxonomy; what, to me, is basically an expanded taxonomy of learning and nothing more than a little bit of a waste of space in my mind. Bloom's Taxonomy presents six levels at which specific levels of thinking take place: (from lowest to highest) Remembering, Understanding, Applying, Analyzing, Evaluating, and Creating. What exactly does this mean to the me and anyone who practices things that surpass regular levels of processing? Not much. Excuse the little conceit that I have while talking about this; I don't believe that Bloom's Taxonomy applies to the way that I think. I don't want to say that I feel as though it insult my intelligence, but belittles it, in a way, by confining me processing skills to six levels.

Considering myself to be somewhat of an artisan of writing as well as music, I take offense to this taxonomic entrapment of the human intellect.

Rebirth of a Savior

For every man and woman there is something in life to revive their souls. There is something about life, something about being able, that allows an individual to discover something that fuels their inner passion. Let us call this thing, whatever it may be, "Savior." Savior has given hope to so many when they feel as though there is so little to inherit from life. It has taken the blood shed in to the hands of man and turned to water in the eyes of the torn.

Savior has entered my life as art. By indulging in mediums such as writing, drawing, and music, Savior has allowed me to revive the artisan I felt had disappeared from a part of my soul. It has given me a voice in my own life by grasping my hands firmly and touching my heart with passion and developmental requiem, if nothing else. It speaks to me; it converses with me and every part of my inner-being and manifests itself in whichever medium best suits its personality (as well as my own).

Savior is my friend, and my lover. Savior brings me joy, as well as pain, confusion, and independence from the world that shuns natural thought and "abnormal" indulgences. Tell me: What has Savior done for you? Who is Savior to you?