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in the grand scheme of things this tiny drop of water is quite insignificant and when we look at the vastness of the universe man to is like this tiny drop of water.
Psalm 8
1 O Lord, our Lord, How excellent is Your name in all the earth, Who have set Your glory above the heavens!
2 Out of the mouth of babes and nursing infants You have ordained strength, Because of Your enemies, That You may silence the enemy and the avenger.
3 When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, The moon and the stars, which You have ordained,
4 What is man that You are mindful of him, And the son of man that You visit him?
5 For You have made him a little lower than the angels, And You have crowned him with glory and honor.
6 You have made him to have dominion over the works of Your hands; You have put all things under his feet,
7 All sheep and oxen-- Even the beasts of the field,
8 The birds of the air, And the fish of the sea That pass through the paths of the seas.
9 O Lord, our Lord, How excellent is Your name in all the earth
From South Africa. Insignificant flowers but it has really vibrant foliage all year long. Right about this time it's putting out lots of new growth. Anybody ever propagate this from cuttings?
The seemingly insignificant town of Kerma may have been largely left behind by the rest of the world today, but that wasn’t always the case. This is one of the oldest inhabited towns in Africa and a place of immense historical importance. The area around Kerma has been occupied for at least 8000-10,000 years, but the town reached its peak around 1800 BC - 1600 BC when it was capital of the Kingdom of Kush and an important trade centre during Egypt’s Middle Kingdom. It was
at this time that Kerma’s kings built two giant mud-brick temples, known as deffufas; the oldest, and arguably
largest, mud brick buildings on the continent. The western deffufa (pictured) stood about 19m high and stretched 50m long. Nobody is really certain what it was used for but most agree it served a religious purpose. . About 3km away is the smaller, eastern deffufa. This is
thought to have been a royal cemetery. Around the kings tombs archeologists have discovered some 30,000 other graves. Many of the people buried in these graves appear to have been ritually sacrificed in order to accompany their king to the underworld. Encircling the human graves, archeologists have also unearthed around 5000 cattle skulls, which indicates just how important cattle was to the people who once lived here. In addition to the two deffufas there are a number of other historic sites around the town including Duki Gail; a little understood site containing the remains of a huge temple with two metre thick walls.
What happens when a planet falls to earth......?
Not a lot by the looks of it.
Dog toy found on Lossie beach or a small blue green planetoid, Mostly Harmless (cheers Douglas A).
One of the most spectacular natural caves I've ever adventured into, Tham Lod is a piece Mother Nature's masterpieces in the Mae Hong Son region of Northern Thailand. The Lod is a natural limestone cave system, its main feature is the freshwater stream which runs through the middle of the cave for about 200-300 meters. Inside it's walls are covered with massive formations and columns over 20 metres high, making you feel like very insignificant. Right in the middle of the cave there is no artificial light, so to explore the caverns inside you need a guide with lantern to show you around. I decided to attempt walking through the cave myself on foot, unfortunately the water was too high and I couldn't walk much further than 100 meters inside before making my way back to the exit. This photo was taken just inside the exit of the cave, standing on one of the 50 meter columns overlooking some kayakers making their way downstream after paddling through it. The funnest way to explore the cave is on the water, hiring a kayak from Cave Lodge, and with an experienced guide you can do 2-6hrs kayaking downstream to many more amazing caves. It's such a rush, and easily the most fun I had in Southeast Asia. Tham Lod Cave in the Mae Hong Son Wilderness, Northern Thailand. via 500px ift.tt/1aUMhNW
Ceramic plaque. Grater function is doubtful as insignificant wear on these objects has been observed. Our hypothesis is that these instruments were used for removing fish scales or used for ritual purposes. Red pigment on outer rim. Intact. Measures 9 1/2". Esmeraldas region, Ecuador. 600BC/400AD. Also, this item has been published in Prima Dell America 4000 Anni Di Arte Precolombiana a Cura Di Giuliana Zanetti, p.253.
it may seem simple, insignificant, or even trivial... but today I finally made the switch! A step in a new direction. The beginning of a new era. A walk in faith, towards new horizons, the Promised Land...
I've used my pink purse for quite some time now... and frankly, I love it. But it's time for one of those radical changes. An outward sign of an inner shift. Most girls might translate that into a sassy haircut. However, one [of the many] thing[s] I got out of the [abandoned] relationship is a love of my hair... an awareness of it's beauty... and frankly, I'm going to sport it, in all it's glory!
This lovely creation was made for me by miss Tracy Prybyla (in an exchange of creativity, I made her a hat & swirly scarf set long ago), but I didn't get it into my hands until more recently. Now, I have been holding onto it for a bit, waiting for the right moment to make the switch.
I officially started the HoodRiver end of the new employee processes... so my new job is in motion.
Today was the 27th. Muy importante for me... pressing forward in my own love for that day/number, is something I have to do.
And, Oddly enough, I actually got this from Tracy just as my eyes were being opened to all that was about to occur *shudders*
On a happier note: the pretty flower is from Miss Elizabeth. I stopped by to see here after worship practice (another awesome happenstance/providential-thang: I wore my ChrisTomlin tee, and they introduced one of my fave songs from the album at practice!) and she picked one for me, and one for [the other] Elizabeth (by proxy, she was on the phone!)
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I'm not really sure what this is from yet. Intuition says maybe some kind of fish. I'm reasonably certain it's a marine creature at the least.
Anyway, it's 5 vertebra worth of something's spine.
Ive been going through a taking photos of the sky phase and this one just stood out so much :)
it was just before this amazing sunset
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I know what yer thinkin', whyfore did someone shoot that giraffe in the head!? Except, they didn't! Poor Geoffrey here probably had some kind of sinus tumor that grew, and grew, until it busted a hole out the side of his head. I've inquired with experts, and they all assure me that's a very bad thing.
“The Insignificant is Significant”, A Library and Art Installation, a continuation of the series, “The Quiet and Ugly Artist (Hanoi, 1965-2015)”.
Since 2009, Daniel Kerkhoff, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, U.S.A., has been creating his own artist-in-residencies in communities in Ghana, Ecuador, and Vietnam.
Embedding himself in a community, he develops multiple connections through creating art (installations), writing poetic journals, making art with children, curating exhibitions, working with artists, assisting art libraries and community libraries, documenting walks and the community, and just being a part of everyday life.
Along with painting, collage, art installations, photography, and writing, his art practice involves connecting, sharing, and weaving people and places.
“The Insignificant is Significant”, A Library and Art Installation, a continuation of the series, “The Quiet and Ugly Artist (Hanoi, 1965-2015)”.
Assisting and creating libraries is part of my art practice.
During my art residencies, I continue to bring books and materials, art work, maps, magazines and journals, CDs, DVDs, and photos to the community centers in Adugyama, Ashanti Region Ghana and Sisid-anejo, Cañar, Ecuador. I also give a variety of art books, journals, and materials to fellow artists and art spaces.
In Accra, Ghana, I bring art books and magazines to The Nubuke Foundation and The Center for Contemporary Art, Ghana. In Cuenca, Ecuador, I'm connected to In-Arte Contemporáneo and bring art magazines and information. In Hanoi, I have provided various art publications and books to Cuci Fine Art, Chay Art, and Chaap Collective.
I bring art publications, art work, and music created by friends and colleagues of mine. I document their work in these different communities, creating another form of connection and awareness.
I consider this a weaving project, a form of sharing that can have many on-going effects. –Daniel Kerkhoff, www.danielkerkhoff.com
“Playing Catch, Giving and Receiving”
You are invited to play catch with my prints. Two dimensional prints that hang on the wall are transformed into three dimensional balls, a form of sculpture that is also performance and participatory.
Playing catch is a common past time that's relaxing and connecting. It is an act of giving (throwing) and receiving (catching) involving a ball, and, in this case, prints transformed into a ball (sculpture).
Instead of viewing the stationary print on a wall or a sculpture on the floor, it is viewed moving through time and space, dependent on the participants and their actions.
It is visual, transformative, therapeutic, sharing, interactive, and connecting, simple and playful actions of giving and receiving.
--Daniel Kerkhoff, www.danielkerkhoff.com
“The Insignificant is Significant”, A Library and Art Installation, a continuation of the series, “The Quiet and Ugly Artist (Hanoi, 1965-2015)”
“Walking the Path, Prints on Prints”
You are invited to walk on my prints, using them as a path.
It’s another way of experiencing art like a stepping stone meditation,
a different awareness may take place on an intentional walk, slower,
deliberate, a winding pathway, your prints touching these prints.
You become, in a way, the performer, the participant, the collaborator,
your soles connecting and becoming a part of these prints, adding steps,
humbling, engaging, liberating, creating another connection.
The title of this series is: "Paper Trail, A4 (All Over the Place)" from "The Quiet and Ugly Artist (Hanoi, 1965-2015)". These prints are collages made from my daily life in Hanoi -- collections of receipts, maps, brochures, business cards, food wrappers and waste.
They are my journal, a record of my consumption and daily activities, stamped with symbols that reflect my connection with Hanoi. They are painted over,
fragments remain revealed, information becomes cloudy, is lost and buried, like memory and history.
I created these collages during my artist-in-residency in Hanoi from
February 6, 2015 to October 26, 2015.
Walking is an important part of my art residencies. I document a familiar route in the community I’m living in by walking slowly, taking photos, and picking up “treasures”.
--Daniel Kerkhoff, www.danielkerkhoff.com
A small and seemingly insignificant little building facing St Stephen's Green, this is a little jewel of a church.
Newman was invited to Dublin by the Irish bishops to set up the Catholic University of Ireland. He built this little chapel in the grounds of the building on the right, which was used as a public hall. The church was consecrated on Ascension Day (1 May) 1856
I love when the sun creates this kind of natural spotlights, where little and insignificant plants have their 5 minutes of glory.
I couldn't resist testing the close-up capabilities of the Ideal 250/3 with this fantastic spotlight. Using Velvia 50 for it was a must.
More about Velvia 50, my favorite color slide film, in my blog.
Me encanta cuando el sol crea esta especie de focos naturales, con los que plantas pequeñas e insignificantes pueden gozar de sus 5 minutos de fama.
No pude resistir probar los primeros planos con la Ideal 250/3 con este fantástico foco. Utilizar Velvia 50 para la toma era obligatorio.
Más sobre Velvia 50, mi película de diapositivas en color favorita, en mi blog.
(Ideal 250/3, Fujichrome Velvia 50, ISO 50/18°)
Woke up ridiculously early on Sunday and went for a walk. Oh, and the title is inspired by the wonderfully amazing and yet totally insignificant book 'The Hitch hiker's guide to the galaxy - Douglas Adams'.
American World War II matchbooks, advertising war bonds on one side, with propaganda on the other. Down with the bad guys! Fuck yeah!
Soviet propaganda poster from the 1980s. The caption at the bottom reads: "Party", referring to the Communist Party of the Soviet Union.
The railway line has to go on a huge detour round the hills in order to stay at the same height, so it took absolutely ages to get too far ahead of us. Here it is, skirting the base of Beinn Dórain.
I think that it is human nature to feel a certain irreplaceable sentiment towards what we grew up with. After all, childhood is typically a time filled with fantasy and innocence, and once it's gone, there is no other period in our lives quite like it. But that being said, often this attachment creates a strong bias and we find ourselves looking at the new and unfamiliar changes that are bound to occur with disdain and contempt. This is no exception when it comes to the world of dollies. For a time, I definitely felt this way about the Barbies that appeared after my time as a child. Since I always grew up with secondhand dolls, it was easy to feel a connection towards the dollies of generations past. But after a five year hiatus from my plastic friends, I did not feel such warmth towards this new era that was foreign and mysterious to me. It was 2011 when my adult doll collecting journey began. Even though I had only refrained from buying dolls for five years, which in the grand scheme of life is quite insignificant, so much had changed. As I wandered the doll aisles for the first time in years, what I saw was almost unrecognizable. Barbie had new friends, new molds, new clothes, new packaging, and so did the rest of the dolly brands I encountered. I wasn't sure what to make of it all, or how I felt about it.
I recall that these first few encounters were conflicting. On the one hand, the part of me that naturally resists change and frowns upon the unknown felt repulsed by what I saw. But deep down, that inner dolly fanatic couldn't help but be curious. She couldn't stop herself from craving, wanting, lusting, and desiring these new Barbies. Even Colleen, who was always far more adamant that the "old was superior to the new" had to admit that some of these updated faces and ideas were too cool. And I recall there were many instances when we voiced that "We would have loved this set as kids," or "I wish I had this when I was younger." Most notably, we connected with the strong sisterly theme that stapled the Barbie franchise together. In the early 2000s, Skipper and Stacie slowly faded away, and even disappeared altogether for a brief time. But this dawning of the new decade brought with it a resurgence of family focus. There were so many sister sets and separately sold family dolls. And even though admittedly I was a tad bit offended that Kelly had been replaced by Chelsea, I was still glad to see Barbie had a younger sister represented. This made the 2010s Barbies so much more fun than I ever could have imagined. As kids, we yearned to collect all the sister dolls we could get our hands on, and it never lost novelty when Colleen and I bought a family set and divied up the dolls between us. The possibilities seemed endless, and I felt my inner 12 year old mind reeling with all the potential. We would have had a blast with that Sisters Go Camping! Camper. Colleen would have had a slew of Skipper and Stacie dolls to choose from. It wouldn't have been so easy for her to buy them all up in a short space of time, like it was when we were younger, since there are just so many available nowadays. And maybe that's what I loved most of all about this new side of Barbie. It made her world so much more fascinating knowing that there would be plenty to keep Colleen busy. I often felt bad growing up that I was always so easy to please and quick to be distracted/occupied by whatever dolls were on the market, whereas Colleen's natural interests were so much more limited and restrained. It was an awesome feeling going to the store for the first time in years, and each getting to pick out a doll we wanted so badly (like the time she picked out Sisters' Fun Day Stacie, aka Clara, and I got my Dead Tired re-release Cleo).
I think the major difference between the later years of our childhood collection and our present day one is the amount of focus we put on purchasing dolls brand new in the store. 2002 to 2004 was a time we spent buying brand new dolls nearly every weekend on our excursions with Dad. We therefore had lots of fairly up to date playsets, clothes, and dolls in our collection. But even so, I'd still say that a fair amount of what we decided to get was considered mildly out of date. Our resurgence back into dolls has been marked quite differently. While there were bouts of time we spent hunting stores for certain dolls, like Monster High, Moxie Girlz, and the latest Bratz, our Barbie collection for the most part remained mostly secondhand. It seemed a bit silly to buy the dolls brand new for more money, when they rarely went on good sales, when it was only a matter of time before they turned up discarded at the flea market in hardly played with condition. I think a lot of people confuse this absence of modern Barbies in my collection as a lack of interest, when that's not the case at all. In fact, I'd say the approach we have toward Barbies these days is very reminiscent of my early childhood. And in a way, that makes me that much fonder of my newer ladies and gents. For instance, my Life in the Dreamhouse Barbie isn't all that different from my very first doll, 1989 Ice Capades Barbie (aka Christina). Both were used, abused, and abandoned within the first few years of life. Christina was left half bald and without a trace of her clothes, and Life in the Dreamhouse Barbie had a strange burn hole through her dress that melted part of her stomach. Likewise, many of my earliest Fashionistas dolls were in various stages of mutilation when I rescued them from flea market lots, despite the fact they were not even five years old at the time. The feeling I get when I see a doll that is still sold in stores, sitting in a disheveled, neglected state at the flea market is one that cannot be compared to. It breaks my heart, whether the doll looks so mint, that it was obvious she was never truly loved, or whether she was tormented during her brief stint in life. And sadly it seems that these days more and more dolls are unloved, unwanted, and under appreciated by children who would rather play with a tablet or phone than interact with a plastic doll.
For this reason, I have a soft spot for the newer Barbies that isn't quite like how I feel for any of the other prior decades. And to top it off, most collectors also have little to no interest in this new generation. It's far more often I see scathing reviews ripping Barbie apart, than I see happy smiles and kind words towards these dolls. To some extent, I understand..after all, there is no shame in feeling fondness for what you grew up with. And to be fair, these newer dolls come with their share of issues--molded/painted clothes, hollow bodies, glue laden hair, recycled/repackaged faces, and generic, dull packaging. It's easy to overlook all the wonderful things that this decade of Barbie has offered that other generations lacked, but if you look close enough, you'll find so much to appreciate. Never before have I seen such diversity in a Barbie line. You can get tall Barbies, short Barbies, curvy Barbies, and dolls with every skin color under the sun. There are dolls with half shaven heads, man buns, and even Ken has body mold diversity. The sophistication of articulation has also increased with dolls like the Made to Move line that can literally sit cross-legged and touch their chins. And let's not forget that Barbie's accessories and playsets have also updated--she has a house that you can talk to. As a kid, it was so hard to find African American dolls, and growing up in the 90s/2000s, it was far easier for me than children of the 60s, 70s, and 80s. Barbie's family members were the only true mold diversity. But nowadays, Barbie herself can take on so many forms. I think it's easy to focus on what is lacking from the current Barbie franchise, but once you redirect, it's plain to see how far she's come, and for the better, even if she does miss the mark from time to time.
No matter how Barbie evolves, or even if she's discontinued one day because nobody cares anymore, I'll always have a warm place for her in my heart and memories. Barbie was the one that started it all for me, even though my first doll was nothing flashy or exotic. She was the staple, the backbone of our doll games. And furthermore, getting back into dolls in 2011 would not have been nearly as exciting were it not for Barbie still being around. Some of my dolls from the 2010s are the most special in my collection, and in a way they really aren't all that different from my childhood companions. The Dolls of the World line was still in full swing back in 2011, when I purchased my very first store bought Barbie in half a decade--2011 India Barbie. When I freed her from her package that December night, she made me feel the same way my 1995 DOTW Indian Barbie, aka Nova, did back in 2003 when I got her at the flea market. And who could forget two of the dolls that I quite literally drool over every time I see them--Hair-Tastic! Color & Design Salon and 2011 Fashionistas Barbie?!! Even though these dolls were only out for a brief time compared to the other dolls from past decades I've coveted, I still feel that same magic when a doll I ogled at stores pops up at the local flea market. I was over the moon when I got Designable Hair, I Can Be...TV Chef Barbie, and my very first Barbie Basics doll. I'll never forget those early days of rediscovering my love for dolls, and the way this generation of Barbie still sparked my imagination and fueled this passion further. I've come to see that dolls are dolls, no matter what time frame they originated from or what brand they are. If I had to survive in a world where only present day Barbies existed, I know I'd still be a happy, fulfilled collector. At the end of the day, it's not really about the dolls themselves, but the memories you make and the attitude you choose to have towards them, and I know my collection would feel a bit lonely without my 2010s friends.
St Peter, Neatishead, Norfolk
Here we are in the gently rolling fields and woods to the west of Barton Broad, a gentle patchwork of small hamlets sprawling towards Hoveton. This area of Broadland is not touristy at all, but intensely agricultural, which is perhaps surprising given its proximity to Wroxham. But there is a feeling of remoteness. Neatishead is pretty much in the middle of nowhere, a large parish with several settlements and in one of them, Three Hammer Common, you find the church. At first sight this is a relatively insignificant little building set back from the road at the end of a long avenue of pollarded trees. However, the more you look at it the more interesting it gets, for what you see today is in fact merely the surviving chancel of what was once a vast church, stretching back as far as the road.
The church was probably the work of the 14th Century, and the surviving remnant was patched up in the 1790s. The tower had come down about a century earlier, and perhaps this was what damaged the nave beyond repair, although of course the change from an emphasis on private devotional worship to public congregational worship at the Reformation meant that parishes with a small population had no longer any need of a huge church, and there are many examples in East Anglia of aisles being demolished to make the nave smaller, and a couple of examples in Suffolk of the nave being demolished leaving only the chancel for worship, which is effectively what has happened here. No traces remain at all of the ruins.
Because of the date, the reimagining of the church was done with a preaching house rather than a sacramental building in mind. The entrance at the west end is simple and apparently old. Pevsner thought it might be a reuse of the original west doorway, but it is just as likely to have been a former south or north aisle entrance. Above it was reset a strange relief that is presumably the side of a former memorial tombchest. It serves no purpose and probably they did it just because it looked grand.
Inside, the overwhelming sense is of a well-kept, well-loved building. A watery light plays across dark wood and the font, a trim traceried work of the 14th Century which survives from the medieval church. Some of the woodwork also survives from the earlier church, including a 16th century pulpit and, most memorably, an unusual 15th Century bench end of what appears to be a gryphon holding a bearded head in its beak, probably a reference to St John the Baptist.
There are several glimpses of the life of Neatishead a century ago. A rare surviving Girls Friendly Society banner hangs at the west end. This Anglican society began in the years before the First World War to care for girls away from home in service. Surprisingly, it still survives today in a different form, working with girls in deprived areas. And the church has no less than three separate memorials to young men killed in the First World War. They were all in their mid-twenties.
These look rather insignificant. They are hallucagenic and in this field I saw more than I had seen in over 30 years, there were thousands of them. These specimens are a bit past their best. I left them in situ.. I knew one person who had a really bad trip on these, I spent hours looking after him.
The light was awful as a thick cloud cover happened .
Bishop's Wood North Near Loggerheads Staffordshire UK 9th October 2015
part of a new project ; insignificant.
All photos taken on iPhone 6
Macro x10
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Ginkgo biloba (prehistoric tree) 2020 photo - Common Name: Maidenhair tree, Size at 10 years: 60x50ft., Fan shaped leaves, insignificant flower, USDA Hardiness Zone 3, In Garden Bed U3 for 22.8 YEARS (-). Planted in 1997.
Missouri Botanical Garden: Ginkgo biloba is a large, deciduous tree that matures to 100' tall and is considered to be a living fossil. It is the only surviving member of a group of ancient plants believed to have inhabited the earth up to 150 million years ago. It features distinctive two-lobed, somewhat leathery, fan-shaped, rich green leaves with diverging (almost parallel) veins. Leaves turn bright yellow in fall. Ginkgo trees are commonly called maidenhair trees in reference to the resemblance of their fan-shaped leaves to maidenhair fern leaflets (pinnae). Ginkgos are dioecious (separate male and female trees). Nurseries typically sell only male trees (fruitless), because female trees produce seeds encased in fleshy, fruit-like coverings which, at maturity in autumn, are messy and emit a noxious, foul odor upon falling to the ground and splitting open.
Have one on the NE fenceline and another near the birdhouse garden in front. Makes you think. Leaves are used to make “extracts” that are used as medicine. Oldest living tree species. Can live as long as 1,000 years and grow to a height of 120 feet.
pruh-nuhn-see-ey-shuh n: GINK-oh by-LOE-buh
#Ginkgo #Maidenhairtree
Additional photos of this plant:
Estefania, Sinyora e dama mia... si vos dic que sou la més bella, creieu-me si us plau, que ho faig ben lluny d'adular-vos e d'apropar-me a la veritat que sou. Doncs havent voltat aquest insignificant home que teniu al davant e que no val res sense Déu ni Vos, e indagades totes les possibles direcsions e camins que permeten les trajectóries d'aquest esféric e enredat món, vos diré que al meu costat, són insignificant lesfors e gesta de los que han fet los grans prohoms de tota la historia esta, comparats ab los que he emprès jo, a la reserca de la genuina bellesa que no superen ni los viatges del Marco Polo, les campanyes de lo Gran Alexandre, les generacions de navegants vikings, ni totes les migrasions juntes de morses, foques balenes, pingüins, mosques, abelles, caderneres, tortugues d'aigua e les que no, sebres, ánecs, eugues, caxalots, marsopes e taurons, sardines e saitons, e les sues descendéncies, ni los crestians evangelistes ni los seus fidels seguidors, ni los pelegrins moros ni los fills de Buda grocs, ni totes les ombres juntes de los hómens que han viscut e viuran en lo món generació rera generació... Dupto Sinyora mia que puguin haver fet tantes llegües i recorregut tan tros, com les que hagi pogut fer jo!!! Així que ab tota aquesta meua experiènsia traginera, venturosa e viatjosa, tot e que ser dura me ressulta profitossa e a la mateixa hora coratjossa, per poder-vos assegurar mia Sinyora que de tot lo món, la més bella sou Vos!!! Només em resta arribar al sol tot havent deixat lluny la lluna e Venus, peró ni fins los confins de l'univers en constant expansió no crec que la sua bellesa es vegi ombrivejada per aquests indrets Divins!!! Vos sou far, sou guiatge de virtuts, camí ral i dret, mestratge de saber, portadora de llum eterna, encomanadora de gràcia, quintaesséncia e elixir, lo Sant Gradal, segona dona després de Maria, madonna renaixentista, llac d'aigües plásides on s'emmirallen les ondines, alé de ma vida que existeix per només contemplar lo vostre rostre dols, oriflama del meu cor.
Voltades també la Seca e la Meca, los inóspits racons de les Valls d'Andorra, del Tibet, de los Andes, Apenins e del Atles fins tot lo Sinaí, des de la terra asteca fins la Xina més groga —on vaig perdre fins la gorra— recorrent-me la sua muralla en tantes direccions e en no menos ocasions com los fugaços estels mos surquen los sels en totes les sues posibles combinasions, remenades també he les Índies e los palaus de los sultans, les arenes de les aràbies e de les ciutats de les moràvies més humils e benestans. Escorcollats los rius, afluents, cataractes del Niàgara e los afluents desembocadors ab los caimans americans e les sargantanes mississipines, les amasóniques papallones e los animalescos cosins e cosines. De les hortes valensianes, les barraques e escorcollades, e interrogades les plantasions de los tomàquets, tarongers, esqueroles e los ensiams, també los e regirat tots, e capgirades e podades fins a les palmeres jamaicanes —les novelles e les ansianes— de los trópics fins lo Pol Nord. Sota los cocoters sudafricans també he buscat, espolvorejats los deserts del Gobi, enlairades les astruses e remenades sues plomes en tots los sinc continents, investigats los interiors dels canelonni italians e venesians, exfoliades les lassanyes, les pizzes trossejades e destortellats los tortellini. Remogudes les piramidals pedres egípcies e després tornades a muntar, e dragat lo Nil cent vegades e apartades les arenes de l'Egipte e tornades a posar. Buidats e tornats a omplir de tinta los calamars eceànics mundials, tot encara més que no us comento de les meues aventures a la requesta de femenina hermosura que sos puga comparar, e mai de los mais fins ara, he vist tanta finura e á més tant ben ressolta en tota sua hermosura com la sabeu demostrar, dons Vos la teniu tota, e lo Parnás se queda buit, l'Olimp orfe de flor més bella e lo Paradís ben mut de lo que digueren d'Adam e Eva, que s'apartin les Nefertitis, les Salomés e Cleopatres, que no teniu competénsia ab aquestes e ni en cap d'altres. Sou només Vos, la resta vos imita e no vos arriba ni a l'altura de los talons! Totom on é estat me na parlat de Vos!!!