The easy answer: we all know what “an education” is — that thing you get at school, with the degrees and the graduations and the ceremonies and the long tedious years of quietly grinding your spirit into submission to an institution that demands we all subject ourselves to the rigors of measurement, to the whimsical authority of of some esteemed instructor soon to be replaced by another and another as we snake our way through years of courses, endless exercises, exercises being here an apt term for the kind of targeted work that leaves a certain part of your body sore while others atrophy.
Is that what we mean by an education? I am certainly educated.