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A reception was held at Andover-Harvard Theological Library in Cambridge, Mass. on Wednesday, April 22, 2015 for the opening of the exhibition of historic documents from its archives. The exhibit, which spans three floors of the library, opens to the public on April 23 and will be on display through the end of July 2015. Titled "75 Years of Service: UUSC, 1940-2015," the display is drawn from the library's official archives of some 260 boxes of documents and images, starting with UUSC's heralded work rescuing European refugees during World War II.
The first floor case contains a timeline highlighting some of the UUSC’s programs and projects throughout its history, along with a sneak peak into the content found on our second and third floors. The third floor space focuses on the UUSC’s work with the Navajo in the 1950s, in the Awo Omamma village in Nigeria from the late 1950s to the 1970s, and in Central America in the 1970s and 1980s. These images and documents offer only a glimpse into the UUSC’s human rights and relief efforts in these countries.
Photo: UUSC
CUENTA DESPACIO
que el tiempo se nos va, te quiero detener en mis manos. Amanecemos desnudos de cuerpo y de razon y deja ya de preguntar ¿no ves que muero por estar? Dejame creer que puedo ver, el mundo como lo soñamos, dejame creer que puedo ver hacerlo como imaginamos. Cuenta despacio, yo no sirvo para hacer tan simple las cosas y no son tan simples, amanecemos desnudos de cuerpo y de razon y deja ya de preguntar, ¿no ves que muero por estar?
William Orchard (d.1504) was a master mason and citizen of Oxford. He was the chief (possibly the only) architect of Oxford between 1460 and 1500. From 1468 Orchard was in charge of the building of Magdalen College, and is believed to have built the roof of the Divinity School, where five of the vault-bosses have the initials "WO" carved on them.
I last visited Oxford about 15 years ago so it was definitely time to go back. I lucked out with the weather - it was a gorgeous day in mid-May 2022, actually too bright at first. I tried to check out as many attractions as possible but trying to navigate admission policies was a nightmare - some places required buying tickets a day in advance and others were closed even though they said they were open. One security guard told me "It's Oxford, things are different here". That is true. Next time I'll stay a few days.
I misplaced my notes, so if you know the names of any of the building, feel free to help me. Thanks.
In every breath, a universe unfolds,
Each atom a testament, ancient and bold.
In rivers that flow, in mountains that rise,
The divine essence, a silent guise.
From the flutter of wings to the stars' dance above,
All intertwined in a tapestry of love.
— ChatGPT
Walking along Brattle Street, east of Longfellow House, we come upon this seminary of the Episcopal Church. This picture shows the grand architecture of the Lawrence and Reed Halls.
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ANOTHER new boy! This is Bastien, a LLT Roderich on a Dollshe body.
His face up was done by Kleine Katze, who I bought him from. She has done a truly wonderful job on him- I couldn't be happier! <3
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“The infinite is in the finite of every instant” ~ Zen Proverb
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I know she’s old news fir everyone else but I finally have mine in hand and she‘sso cool, especially the henna tattoos!
A cluster of saints and angels by the door into the Divinity School, Oxford and the vault covered with monograms and heraldry.
An item from last March's Arcade - a skin from this March's Arcade.
And my, what better photos I take now.
Antlers: Half-Deer 'Divinity Antlers'
Skin: Clef de Peau 'Abel 9'
William Alexander Månesøn. Prince of the Blue Moon.
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Who Does Not Wonder at this Chameleon?
God the Father, the Mightiest Architect, had already raised, according to the precepts of His hidden wisdom, this world we see, the cosmic dwelling of divinity, a temple most august. He had already adorned the supercelestial region with Intelligences, infused the heavenly globes with the life of immortal souls and set the fermenting dung-heap of the inferior world teeming with every form of animal life. But when this work was done, the Divine Artificer still longed for some creature which might comprehend the meaning of so vast an achievement, which might be moved with love at its beauty and smitten with awe at its grandeur. When, consequently, all else had been completed (as both Moses and Timaeus testify), in the very last place, He bethought Himself of bringing forth man. Truth was, however, that there remained no archetype according to which He might fashion a new offspring, nor in His treasure-houses the wherewithal to endow a new son with a fitting inheritance, nor any place, among the seats of the universe, where this new creature might dispose himself to contemplate the world. All space was already filled; all things had been distributed in the highest, the middle and the lowest orders. Still, it was not in the nature of the power of the Father to fail in this last creative élan; nor was it in the nature of that supreme Wisdom to hesitate through lack of counsel in so crucial a matter; nor, finally, in the nature of His beneficent love to compel the creature destined to praise the divine generosity in all other things to find it wanting in himself.
At last, the Supreme Maker decreed that this creature, to whom He could give nothing wholly his own, should have a share in the particular endowment of every other creature. Taking man, therefore, this creature of indeterminate image, He set him in the middle of the world and thus spoke to him:
“We have given you, O Adam, no visage proper to yourself, nor endowment properly your own, in order that whatever place, whatever form, whatever gifts you may, with premeditation, select, these same you may have and possess through your own judgement and decision. The nature of all other creatures is defined and restricted within laws which We have laid down; you, by contrast, impeded by no such restrictions, may, by your own free will, to whose custody We have assigned you, trace for yourself the lineaments of your own nature. I have placed you at the very center of the world, so that from that vantage point you may with greater ease glance round about you on all that the world contains. We have made you a creature neither of heaven nor of earth, neither mortal nor immortal, in order that you may, as the free and proud shaper of your own being, fashion yourself in the form you may prefer. It will be in your power to descend to the lower, brutish forms of life; you will be able, through your own decision, to rise again to the superior orders whose life is divine.”
Oh unsurpassed generosity of God the Father, Oh wondrous and unsurpassable felicity of man, to whom it is granted to have what he chooses, to be what he wills to be! The brutes, from the moment of their birth, bring with them, as Lucilius says, “from their mother's womb” all that they will ever possess. The highest spiritual beings were, from the very moment of creation, or soon thereafter, fixed in the mode of being which would be theirs through measureless eternities. But upon man, at the moment of his creation, God bestowed seeds pregnant with all possibilities, the germs of every form of life. Whichever of these a man shall cultivate, the same will mature and bear fruit in him. If vegetative, he will become a plant; if sensual, he will become brutish; if rational, he will reveal himself a heavenly being; if intellectual, he will be an angel and the son of God. And if, dissatisfied with the lot of all creatures, he should recollect himself into the center of his own unity, he will there become one spirit with God, in the solitary darkness of the Father, Who is set above all things, himself transcend all creatures.
Who then will not look with awe upon this our chameleon, or who, at least, will look with greater admiration on any other being?
Extract from “Oration on the Dignity of Man” by Pico della Mirandola.
The Divinity School is a medieval building and room in the Perpendicular style in Oxford, England, part of the University of Oxford. Built between 1427 and 1483, it is the oldest surviving purpose-built building for university use, specifically for lectures, oral exams and discussions on theology. It is no longer used for this purpose, although Oxford does offer degrees in Theology and Religion taught by its Faculty of Theology and Religion.
The ceiling consists of very elaborate lierne vaulting with bosses (455 of them), designed by William Orchard in the 1480s.
The building is physically attached to the Bodleian Library (with Duke Humfrey's Library on the first floor above it), and is opposite the Sheldonian Theatre where students matriculate and graduate. At the far end from the Bodleian Library entrance, a door leads to Convocation House (built 1634–7).[1]
My Son, located 69 km southwest of Danang, was an imperial city during the Cham dynasty, between the 4th and 12th centuries. My Son Sanctuary is a large complex of religious relics that comprises more than 70 architectural works. They include temples and towers that connect to each other with complicated red brick designs. The main component of the Cham architectural design is the tower, built to reflect the divinity of the king.
According to records on the stone stele, the prime foundation of the ancient My Son architectural complex was a wooden temple to worship the Siva Bhadresvera genie. In the late 16th century, a big fire destroyed the temple. Step by step, historical mysteries were unveiled by scientists. Through stone stele and royal dynasties, they proved My Son to be the most important Holy Land of the Cham people from the late 4th to the 15th centuries. For many centuries, the Cham built Lip, a mutually linked architectural complex, with baked bricks and sandstone. The main temple worships the Linga-Yoni, who represents the capability of invention. Beside the main tower (Kalan) are several sub-towers worshipping Genies or deceased kings. Although time and the wars have destroyed some towers, the remaining sculptural and architectural remnants still reflect the style and history of the art of the Cham people. Their masterpieces mark a glorious time for the architecture and culture of the Cham, as well as of Southeast Asia.
Each historical period has its own identity, so that each temple worshipping a genie or a king of a different dynasty has its own architectural style full of different impression. All of the Cham towers were built on a quadrate foundations and each comprises three parts: a solid tower base, representing the world of human beings, the mysterious and sacred tower body, representing the world of spirits, and the tower top built in the shape of a man offering flowers and fruits or of trees, birds, animals, etc., representing things that are close to the spirits and human beings.
According to many researchers of the ancient Cham towers, the architectural art of the Cham towers at My Son Sanctuary is the convergence of different styles, including the continuity of the ancient style in the 7th-8th centuries, the Hoa Lai style of the 8th-9th centuries, the Dong Duong style from the mid-9th century, the My Son and My Son-Binh Dinh styles, etc. Among the remnants of many architectural sites excavated in 1898, a 24 metres high tower was found in the Thap Chua area and coded A I by archaeologists and researchers on My Son. This tower is a masterpiece of ancient Cham architecture. It has two doors, one in the east and the other in the west. The tower body is high and delicate with a system of paved pillars; six sub-towers surround the tower. This two storey tower looks like a lotus flower. The top of the upper layer is made of sandstone and carved with elephant and I ion designs. In the lower layer, the walls are carved with fairies and water evils and men riding elephants. Unfortunately, the tower was destroyed by US bombs in 1969.
After the My Son ancient tower complex was discovered, many of its artifacts, especially statues of female dancers and genies worshipped by the Cham people, worship animals and artifacts of the daily communal activities, were collected and displayed at the Cham Architecture Museum in Danang city. Although there are not many remnants left, those that remain display the typical sculptural works of cultural value of the Cham nationality. Furthermore, they are vivid proof, confirming the history of a nationality living within the Vietnamese community boasting of a rich cultural tradition
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There is so much we are not taught about the spirituality or sacredness of our divinity that we fall out of touch with our sexuality. Our host, Amanda Biccum, takes us closer to our connection by reawakening our conscious sexuality. At the heart of it is the ancient practice of tantric sex that could increase and create mind-body connections. To know details in brief - read our blog at amandabiccum.com/reawakening-our-conscious-sexuality-what...!
Oxford's Divinity School. Among the identifiable arms here are the royal arms in the centre with the Lancastrian rose behind it and the arms of the University.
My world is so upside down. Sometimes I catch myself truly wishing I could fast forward a year from now. I get so anxious, what will I be doing today a year from now? . . .But I shouldn't, I should be reveling in what is life right now, today. Something's been bothering me today and yesterday. I recently heard about a teen death of someone I hardly even knew except went to the same school with. .I don't even know how or what happened. But it's scary. I'm scared. And it's not like we as a society aren't used to our mortality being shoved in our own faces, but when it's someone your own age, who's only in high school, it's petrifying. Because it could happen to any of us, at any second. Some before they even have a chance to leave anything behind. And it's pure arrogance to think that it couldn't happen to you. . .why not? Are you or I so divine to this place? Does everything really happen for a reason? That's not fair. That's almost heartless to compare anothers life to your own and render it not "useful" or not "destined" to be here.
...Or is that the only explanation keeping us sane?
That we should put it in our minds so to keep the fear away. . .Well I won't do that.
Because I see that fear as a good thing. A constant reminder that I can't just sit down
and waste time day by day. That I will make something of myself in this world and that
I will make a real CHANGE in this world. That I will live each day like it is my last. .I don't
have a death wish, nor am I a negative person. I actually want to live until 110! And I
plan on that! I'm not advocating recklessness, just for that fire in our hearts to keep
burning. . .Isn't it ironic that for most humans, we work, fight, and LIVE harder when
we think our existence is in jeopardy? When it's for the sake of our survival? I'll never
live in fear because I do believe in some higher place out there, and I hope to spend it
with those dearest to my heart one day. And if there's one thing I have to say or get off my chest here or some point I truly want to make right now this second is,
I am so grateful, for my life.
. . .And I will never take that or my health or the one's I love existence and health for granted. I will MAKE a reason, a PURPOSE for this life, and it will be AMAZING. In honor of those who never had a chance. Because any of those people could have been me or someone I loved. Last year I had a near death experience a few days after my birthday, my mom was there, too. And that night as I walked out without more than a few scratch & bruises I promised then that I would LIVE FREE. And experience all this life has to offer. And never give up the fight, for survival, for happiness, and the love I have for this world. That I would fulfill my hopes and dreams and be fearless. Because when it's our time, lights will guide us home.
...I love you Adam, when you read this.<3
Days 72 through 78; ONE LIFE.
Sissy in STORM. Utrecht. Figured this corner out accidentally & Had a lot of fun takin this, though took me quite few to stand still! The forhead is a bit burnt, but I prefer not to post process such spontaneous images.