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"Put you heart, mind, intellect and soul even into your smallest acts. This is the secret of success."
~ Swami Sivananda
L'infinito! Nessun'altra questione ha mai toccato così profondamente lo spirito umano; nessun'altra idea ha stimolato altrettanto fruttuosamente il suo intelletto; tuttavia nessun altro concetto ha più bisogno di essere chiarito come quello di infinito.
Infinity! No other question has ever moved so profoundly the spirit of man; no other idea has so fruitfully stimulated his intellect; yet no other concept stands in greater need of clarification than that of the infinite.
David Hilbert
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Ludvig Holberg, Baron of Holberg (1684 – 1754) was a writer, essayist, philosopher, historian and playwright born in Bergen, Norway, during the time of the Dano-Norwegian double monarchy.
Holberg is considered the founder of modern Danish and Norwegian literature. Holberg's works about natural and common law were widely read by many Danish law students over two hundred years, from 1736 to 1936.
Holberg believed in people's inner divine light of reason, and to him it was important that the first goal of education was to teach students to use their senses and intellect, instead of uselessly memorising school books. This shows he was a man of the Age of Enlightenment.
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High intellect and an intriguing level of curiosity keep these sea dwellers popular with the diving community.
Images worked into printed image. resonare of the intellect while the lovely engraved wolf cubs spring into action. muted colors. shapes and negative space. are you really expecting this to happen, Trudi?
“The intellect of the wise is like glass; it admits the light of heaven and reflects it.” ~ Augustus Hare
Still experimenting with glass :)
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My squad and I had narrowly escaped the behemoth of droid by simply running from the B3. We were able to demobilize the droid with a combination of well timed teamwork and some extra boom. Wedging a thermal detonator inside it’s left leg we stopped it from chasing us and left it laying there in the corridor, immobilized but alive.
After that we decide to keep going deeper, in sesrch of our real objective, the trandoshan’s supposed leader, Sask. We were told he was a petty scientist, most likely hiding away in his lab.
“CRZZCH...crzzch...”
The static of blocked comms penetrated all our helmets. Stopping to adjust a sensor on my comms helmet I was able to get a clearer signal.
“Redwing and company, return to the— CRRZCH... come back up. We need support, droids have reinforc—CRRZCH. The scientist is gone, he was replaced, CRZZCH three jedi dead. Return at once—“
The static of the comms fizzled out and left us to our own devices, each clone turned to face me. Using their posture and probably expressions under those helmets to ask me what to do next. I didn’t know at that moment, we had to return, Jester’s orders. But 3 jedi dead? Someone had to pay for that.
“CT-9856 and CT-7723 you’re with me, the rest of you had back to command for a status report. Relay as much data as you can to me. I want to know what’s going on out there.”
“If you’re not going to command, what are you doing?” Titan asked me, with a hint of weariness in his voice.
“I’m going to find out what killed those jedi.”
“Yessir” Titan snapped back and signaled for his troops to follow him. Turning and leaving the small dark corridor they were in.
The two clones I had selected walk forward from the retreating group cautiously and somewhat weary of my presence. They were disturbed and frightened by my choice to use them to search these wretched halls.
Before Titan left the corridor, I could see him speaking to a clone that had just entered the far end, Captain Pharaoh took iff his helmet along with the rest of the clones in that area and looked in my direction.
“Pirunir sur’haaise, tal’galar vod.” Mando’a for ‘Make their eyes water, spill blood my brother.’ Titan and Pharaoh recited in unison. Placing their helmets back on and saluting myself and the two clones.
“Vode’ an brothers”
We turned in unison, heading towards both our undecided dooms. One of us most likely meeting ours sooner.
We solemnly trudged through the inner workings of labs, mechanical bays, a few mine shafts before finding a more active part of the facility. Lights were fully functioning as well as doors that didn’t need slicing. An aura of dread settled over me, this was the place.
As we stepped through a final set of blast doors we were greeted by a massive sprawling courtyard of sorts. Barren of the normal greens and bright colors in regal courtyards, replaced by the glow and hidden beauty of dark translucent fungi. Coating the walls and the floor in an iridescent blue glow. Accompanied by draping clothes and capes. Crisscrossing across the large room. The colors were reminiscent of a street market or a backwater main drag. It was genuinely beautiful.
But in all this beauty there was still violence and death, abominations and horrors. Clones and jedi alike strewn across the floor, surrounded by blood and refuse. These were the jedi Jester had spoke of, but it was more than three, at least a half dozen jedi lay motionless in the courtyard. Settled between rock and plant, coated in blood and death.
Across the grand room was a throne, that slowly swiveled to reveal a massive, disgusting mass of gears, metal and flesh. A horror of a creature, brandishing his large claws, sharpening them with a small blade, scraping away caked blood and guts.
“Mhmmm, more clonessss, kill them.” The large beast’s mouth opened to reveal a ling tongue and rows of teeth, the order barely caught my attention as I was focused on the visuals of the new threat.
Two guards awoke from behind us, shooting one of my troopers while the other had an unreadied blaster. Turning from the behemoth I threw one of my knifes directly into the lizard’s scaly neck. While the second guard was peppered in lazer bolts by the other clone.
As we turned back towards the larger, disfigured trandoshan, we readied our selves. Just in time for a spear to come flying towards us, impaling CT-7723 and sending him flying back into another pile of clone bodies.
The large half lizard half droid rose from his throne. I drew my vibronato and readied myself. Tossing my cumbersome helmet to the floor.
“For Tal’akaata, blood must be spilled.” I murmured.
The lizard seemed ready to lecture me, as if he hadn’t deterred me enough of his company. I charged towards the beast, lunging forward with my blade and slashing the fleshy, writhing muscles of it’s leg. The lizard easily brushed my aside and threw me against the side of the room. Crashing into a shelf of weapons.
A blaster rifle clattered to the floor before me, picking it up, I aimed between the lizards large yellow eyes. One fully white and glazed over, most likely a failed part of his transformation.
“Who are you!?” I yelled at the lizard, seeking to catch my breath and waste time.
“I am a sssscientist, an inventor, a thinker. I am the Republic’ssss worst enemy, it’sss downfall, it’sss doom! Call me sssSask, because now I’m an unstoppable force, with the body of demon, intellect of a god and the killer instinctssss of a trandoshan, I am your Republic’ssss worst enemy.” The creature’s single eye expanded, showing how crazed he was, licking and smacking his massive jaws together, preparing for either myself or his future rampage.
“You on the other hand clone, you are nothing. Worthlessss trash, thrown together by the Kaminoansss to collect a profit. They don’t care who wins this war, as long as you cost creditssss, they’re in businessSss.”
“You know nothing lizard! The jedi value us, without us there would be no one to protect the republic.”
“Oh you sSsilly clone, the jedi think the sssame. Using you as weaponssss, as toolsSs, who are you clone? If not another tool for the jedi?
My trigger squeezed tighter on the trigger and released a volley of shots toward the lizards head, but before they found skin, a metal plate greeted them instead. The plasma diffusing just as it had on the B3.
As the trandoshan came closer, I could do nothing but freeze. Frozen by the pure horror the being projected, scared to move, the lizard clutched my torso, lifting me into the air.
As he pressed his claws into my face, puncturing my scars, he screamed out in another tormenting volley of questions.
“You are nothing clone! Who are you? Who do you fight for for!?”
As his claws dug deeper into my face I grabbed one of my vibroknifes and stabbed it into the fleshy, writhing muscles of his exposed arm. Releasing the claws tension enough that I could fall to the ground. Backing up I found my vibrojato, picking up the blade I brandished it, wiping it through my kama.
“I fight for Democracy, for my brothers....
FOR THE REPUBLIC!!!”
The blade left my hand and flew towards the beast’s glazed, white eye. Lodging itself deep within that murky white, which was replaced by a deep dark red. The lizard buckled and his knees fell to the floor. Careening towards my lifeless body, it crushed me and sent the blade deeper into whatever brain was left in that beast. The noise and chaos settled in the courtyard, leaving only a pile, a clone and a mutated trandoshan in it’s wake.
Oh, very funny, Mister. I see the phrase you spelled out! No bedtime treats for you ;-) Jasper got a new game of Banagrams and just had to get cute and spell out disparaging remarks on humans vs. Aussies ("humans drools"? Bad grammar, my furry fiend!!). Look at his smirk! He's so proud of his little quip
Narcissump was a bloated self important, multiple divorced (for cheating on his part), draft dodging blowhard of very low intellect and even less class (pretty much none), a totally self indulgent fool who believed talking loudly and stomping his way to the front of any group was the best way to represent himself and his ideals. Completely absorbed by his own delusions and disappointing appearance Narcissump offended all he met and encountered. No one wanted to be with Narcissump, let alone sit in his presence and listen as he droned on and on about himself and things he knew nothing about but always had a strong opinion about. For example, the Earth is flat according to Narcissump and Windmills cause Cancer. Narcissump didn't care for reading at all, unless it was something about him and less than 280 characters. Narcissump didn't care about spelling, grammar, syntax, facts, well, pretty much everything and anything except his own self gratification. Everyone is waiting for the river god Cephissus to lead him to his final doom, somewhere, to his demise. Until then... Narcissump readies himself for his daily onslaught of belligerence and incoherence.
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"May Ganesha bring you joy, love, and peace."
('Ganesha' by Four Horsemen / 'Figura Obscura')
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“Whenever you are puzzled in a situation and you cannot see how to get out of it, don’t think; just be in a deep non-thinking and allow the inner guide to guide you. In the beginning you will feel afraid, insecure, but soon, when you come every time to the right conclusion, when you come every time to the right door, you will gather courage and you will become trusting. If this trust happens, I call it faith. This really is religious faith – the trust in the inner guide. Reasoning is part of the ego. It is you believing in yourself. The moment you go deep within you, you have come to the very soul of the universe. Your inner guide is part of the divine guidance. When you follow it, you follow the divine; when you follow yourself, you are complicating things, and you don’t know what you are doing. You may think yourself very wise. You are not. Wisdom comes from the heart, it is not of the intellect. Wisdom comes from the innermost depth of your being, it is not of the head. Cut your head off, be headless – and follow the being, whatsoever, wheresoever it leads. Even if it leads into danger, go into danger, because that will be the path for you and your growth. Through that danger you will grow and become mature. Even if the inner guide leads you to death, go into it, because that is going to be the path for you. Follow it, trust it, and move with it.”
― Osho, The Book of Secrets: 112 Meditations to Discover the Mystery Within
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The meeting between two of the largest egos in existence is meant to turn into a fight.
When Tony Stark and Lex Luthor end up in the same universe the personality clash is inevitable.
They started showing off their intellect capabilities but soon the dispute moved to, well, a technical application of their Brick Mech know-how.
So Tony calls in his Hulkbuster and Lex his armored suit.
“My Mech is more imposing!” Shouts Lex
“You’re pathetic! You are not even supposed to have a Mech! You should have a power armor but the Lego designers decided to build a mech so they could have a set to sell!” Replies Tony
“That’s because they are smart guys and they recognize my intellectual superiority! Look at you! They give you a thing that is not even in scale with the Hulk you should bust- continues Lex- Oh and your Mech’s gorilla-like arms: ridicule!”
“My Mech does not need to be large because unlike you I don’t need to compensate!” comes Tony’s remark.
“We both know your Mech is smaller simply because the designers know you are such a small person in all the things that matter!”
“So tell me Lex: do you plan to annoy me to death?”
“I thought that was your super power, Tony.”
I think they can go on forever hehe :)
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May the Brick be with You :)
Path to Edge
Rinpoche smiled when he saw the picture:
“Yes”, he said. “The only way home is to become a beast of burden.”
Maybe I looked at him asking as he continued.
“When I was young I was weak. I was not able to carry my own responsibilities. I blamed others. But as long I was blaming I felt wrong somehow. This state of consciousness kept me down and I felt like a victim of circumstances and men. I started blaming myself of being that weak. It took quite a while until I stopped being self-destructive.”
He pointed at the man. “Look, he is still trying to reach the edge, still trying to be a Bodhisattva, keeping his dark thoughts and feelings enclosed in his huge bag, not blaming others but himself. He is walking like a slave, carrying his own secret vows.”
I felt a bit weird. Obviously he knew.
“Don’t worry”, he said. “Nobody ever reached the edge. In fact one day you stop searching. I left the bag… maybe a few miles further on…” He giggled. “Down the mountains I was singing and dancing… till you crossed my ways.”
I did not smile.
Rinpoche laughed: “That’s a joke, my friend…”
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Falls Psychologie interessiert:
Das Bild zeigt Persönlichkeitsaspekte eines demütigen Menschen. Er trägt seine Lasten selbst anstatt sie dem Esel aufzubürden. Das macht ihn selbst zum Lastentier und in gewissem Sinn zum Esel. Es ist im Alltag normal, die physischen wie auch die psychischen Lasten anderen Menschen aufzubürden, Kollegen, Partnern, Kindern. Ängste werden zum Nächsten abgeschoben; auch Aggressionen, Trauer oder Verzweiflung. Man redet sich die Sorgen von der Seele und der offenherzige Zuhörer wird immer bedrückter. Ein Bodhisattva verzichtet darauf, die eigenen Sorgen bei anderen zu entsorgen, im Gegenteil, er übernimmt und teilt die Kümmernisse seiner Mitmenschen. Er entlastet alle Kreaturen und wünscht ihnen in seinen Gebeten alles Glück, während er sich selbst bescheiden zurück nimmt. Demut und Bescheidenheit sind auch christliche Tugenden. Wer diese Tugenden anerkennt und übt, hält seine niederen Ego-Instinkte in Schach und wird sich dieser Energien erst richtig bewusst. Auf dem Weg der Tugend entsteht der innere Konflikt zwischen Selbstanspruch und Schatten-Natur. Wird dieser Konflikt erkannt und bewusst geschlichtet, kommt es zur Vereinigung der Gegensätze und damit zur Erlösung aus der spannungsvollen Dualität.
Shambhala, das Paradies der Seele oder das verheißene Land sind Metaphern für den inneren Frieden, der durch den Aufstieg des Geistes auf den hohen Gipfel der Erkenntnis gewonnen wird. Millionen pilgern auf die Berge und nehmen als symbolische Erfahrung vorweg, was sie im weiteren Verlauf ihrer Pilgerschaft auch geistig und emotional erfahrbar nachvollziehen. Innerer Friede ist ein gutes Gefühl.
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Anmerkung:
This is digital art work, not reality.
Pictures and resources my own.
Das Bild ist ein digital hergestelltes Werk.
Jede Ähnlichkeit mit realen Gegebenheiten wäre rein zufällig.
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History
The John Rogers who bought Riverhill in 1840 was an only child, with a modest fortune, and a fine intellect. He became a classics scholar, a scientist and a friend of Charles Darwin. He was one of the first members of the Royal Horticultural Society and a patron of the plant collectors of the day.
He chose Riverhill because its sheltered situation offered an ideal lime free hillside where he could hope to establish newly introduced trees and shrubs. From his garden notebook, it can be seen that planting started in 1842. Subsequent generations, continued the planting and in 1910 Colonel John Middleton Rogers created what is now known as ‘The Wood Garden’ a fine collection of Japanese Maples, Rhododendrons and Azaleas. His wife, the infamous Muriel, created many additions including the now hidden Rock Gardens.
Until the beginning of the 2nd World War, eight full time gardeners kept Riverhill looking immaculate. Since the war years, however, a shortage of manpower and a lack of money has meant that the garden was allowed to deteriorate, with many parts of the original planting lost to everyday use and visitors.
Today, four generations of the Rogers family live at Riverhill,
The estate is managed by Edward Rogers (Great-great-great-grandson of the John Rogers who bought Riverhill in 1840) and his wife, Sarah.
Although our intellect always longs for clarity and certainty, our nature often finds uncertainty fascinating. - Karl Von Clausewitz
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JR is interested in participatory art where there is no stage separating the actors from the spectators, where people don't just see art; by contributing their stories and portraits, they make it.
In 2011, after receiving his TED Prize, JR called for the creation of a global art movement. His Inside Out art project allows participants to be photographed and have their portrait pasted in support of a shared idea, project or action.
A socially engaged practice based in relational aesthetics, the act of participation gives meaning to the ephemeral work. As the project is completed and infused with energy, emotion and intellect, it evolves into a larger work, resulting in a collective memory.
The colour Yellow is the colour of Sunshine, Hope, and Happiness !! It stands for Freshness, Positivity, Clarity, Energy, Optimism, Enlightenment, Remembrance, Intellect, Spirituality, Honor, Loyalty, and Joy !!! ……What else do you want???
I personally prefer the Golden Yellow , because it makes my heart sing, like the colour White does !! Therefore, I have plenty of both representatives in the garden, which make EXCELLENT associations with all the rest strong bloom colours in the garden, like the reds , Indian pinks, and blues!! Well, I would say a very ….Mediterranean-style-coloured garden…
***** Amber Queen Rose is the MOSTly(!!!) Golden Rose bloom in our Garden!! Sweetly scented! She is a sturdy , healthy plant, with upward strong branches, dark green beautiful leaves!! Just Adorable!!!
“Men are governed by lines of intellect - women: by curves of emotion. - James Joyce”
Macro Monday project – 04/21/14
"Curves"
Several versions of the myth have survived from ancient sources. The classic version is by Ovid, found in book 3 of his Metamorphoses (completed 8 AD); this is the story of Narcissus and Echo. One day Narcissus was walking in the woods when Echo, an Oread (mountain nymph) saw him, fell deeply in love, and followed him. Narcissus sensed he was being followed and shouted "Who's there?". Echo repeated "Who's there?". She eventually revealed her identity and attempted to embrace him. He stepped away and told her to leave him alone. She was heartbroken and spent the rest of her life in lonely glens until nothing but an echo sound remained of her. Nemesis, the goddess of revenge, learned of this story and decided to punish Narcissus. She lured him to a pool where he saw his own reflection. He didn't realize it was only an image and fell in love with it. He eventually recognized that his love could not be reciprocated and committed suicide.
An earlier version ascribed to the poet Parthenius of Nicaea, composed around 50 BC, was recently rediscovered among the Oxyrhynchus papyri at Oxford.Like Ovid's version, it ends with Narcissus committing suicide. A version by Conon, a contemporary of Ovid, also ends in suicide (Narrations, 24). In it, a young man named Aminias fell in love with Narcissus, who had already spurned his male suitors. Narcissus also spurned him and gave him a sword. Aminias committed suicide at Narcissus's doorstep. He had prayed to the gods to give Narcissus a lesson for all the pain he provoked. Narcissus walked by a pool of water and decided to drink some. He saw his reflection, became entranced by it, and killed himself because he could not have his object of desire.[3] A century later the travel writer Pausanias recorded a novel variant of the story, in which Narcissus falls in love with his twin sister rather than himself (Guide to Greece, 9.31.7).
Influence on culture
Тhe myth of Narcissus has inspired artists for at least two thousand years, even before the Roman poet Ovid featured a version in book III of his Metamorphoses. This was followed in more recent centuries by other poets (e.g. Keats and Alfred Edward Housman) and painters (Caravaggio, Poussin, Turner, Dalí (see Metamorphosis of Narcissus), and Waterhouse).
Narcissus in literature : Narcissus by Gyula Benczúr In Stendhal's novel Le Rouge et le Noir (1830), there is a classic narcissist in the character of Mathilde. Says Prince Korasoff to Julien Sorel, the protagonist, with respect to his beloved girl:She looks at herself instead of looking at you, and so doesn't know you.During the two or three little outbursts of passion she has allowed herself in your favor, she has, by a great effort of imagination, seen in you the hero of her dreams, and not yourself as you really are.(Page 401, 1953 Penguin Edition, trans. Margaret R.B. Shaw).The myth had a decided influence on English Victorian homoerotic culture, via André Gide's study of the myth, Le Traité du Narcisse ('The Treatise of the Narcissus', 1891), and the only novel by Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray.
Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist also starts with a story about Narcissus, found (we are told) by the alchemist in a book brought by someone in the caravan. The alchemist's (and Coelho's) source was very probably Hesketh Pearson's The Life of Oscar Wilde (1946) in which this story is recorded (Penguin edition, p. 217) as one of Wilde's inspired inventions. This version of the Narcissus story is based on Wilde's "The Disciple" from his "Poems in Prose (Wilde) ".Author and poet Rainer Maria Rilke visits the character and symbolism of Narcissus in several of his poems.Seamus Heaney references Narcissus in his poem "Personal Helicon" from his first collection "Death of a Naturalist":
"To stare, big-eyed Narcissus, into some spring
Is beneath all adult dignity."In Rick Riordan's Heroes of Olympus series, Narcissus appears as a minor antagonist in the third book The Mark of Athena.In the fantasy series Harry Potter, Narcissa Malfoy, a minor antagonist, is named for Narcissus.William Faulkner's character "Narcissa" in Sanctuary, sister of Horace Benbow, was also named after Narcissus. Throughout the novel, she allows the arrogant, pompous pressures of high-class society to overrule the unconditional love that she should have for her brother.Hermann Hesse's character "Narcissus" in "Narcissus and Goldmund" shares several of mythical Narcissus' traits, although his narcissism is based on his intellect rather than his physical beauty.A. E. Housman refers to the 'Greek Lad', Narcissus, in his poem Look not in my Eyes from A Shropshire Lad set to music by several English composers including George Butterworth. At the end of the poem stands a jonquil, a variety of daffodil, Narcissus Jonquilla, which like Narcissus looks sadly down into the water.Herman Melville references the myth of Narcissus in his novel Moby-Dick, in which Ishmael explains the myth as "the key to it all," referring to the greater theme of finding the essence of Truth through the physical world.On Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen's A Fada Oriana, the eponymous protagonist is punished with mortality for abandoning her duties in order to stare at herself in the surface of a river.
Narcissus on film
In the TV series Boardwalk Empire, a Dr. Narcisse (Valentin Narcisse) is introduced as a condescending intellectual.
Scottish-Canadian animator Norman McLaren finished his career with a short film named Narcissus, re-telling the Greek legend through ballet.Narcissus appears in the Disney adaptation of Hercules. In the film, he is portrayed as an Olympian god with purple skin.In the film Bab'Aziz, directed by Nacer Khemir, a Narcissus like character was portrayed by an ancient prince who sat by a pond for days after days and looked at the reflection of his own soul. He was referred to as 'The prince who contemplated his soul'.Pink Narcissus is an artistic film by James Bidgood about the fantasies of a hustler.The escape craft Ripley boards in the 1979 Ridley Scott film Alien is called the Narcissus.In the 2011 film Seeing Heaven, Narcissus is depicted in a painting - the character of the film also replicates the myth of Narcissus gazing at his own reflection. The film delves deeply into the main character (Paul) and the theme is loosely based on the myth of Narcissus, as all who look at Paul are transfixed by his beauty - just as all those who gazed upon Narcissus were transifixed with his beauty.
In music
National Medal Of Arts recipient Morten Lauridsen wrote a choral work entitled "Dirait-on" based on the poem by Rainer Maria Rilke."Supper's Ready" by Genesis (ca. 1972), a near-23-minute epic song laden with religious and mythological imagery, refers to the myth of Narcissus as follows: A young figure sits still by the pool / He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool / (He is you) / Social Security took care of this lad. / We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower. / A flower?. The movement is titled "How Dare I Be So Beautiful?".American rock band Tool made a subtle reference in their song "Reflection" from their third studio album Lateralus. Not only is the whole song a metaphor of the myth, but it also makes an explicit reference: And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt/ Don't want to be down here feeding my narcissism/ I must crucify the ego before it's far too late/ I pray the light lifts me out. The song combines elements of self-analysis and finding the right path, versus self-infatuation and absorption.Progressive metal band Threshold referenced the myth with an 11-minute epic titled "Narcissus", the closing track on their album Hypothetical. Greek metal band Septic Flesh recorded a song about Narcissus (called "Narcissus") on their album Communion."Narcissus in a Red Dress" by The Like was released on The Like EP and their album Release Me. The Canadian band Hedley has written a song about Narcissus (called "Narcissist"). One line goes He falls in love with his reflection in the glass / He can't resist who's staring back.Composer Nikolai Tcherepnin wrote his ballet "Narcisse et Echo, Op. 40 in 1911 for Sergei Diaghilev's Ballets Russes and was danced by Nijinski. Uruguayan band El Cuarteto de Nos wrote the song "Me Amo" (I Love Myself) in which the chorus sings "como Narciso soy" (I am like Narcissus). In 2010, Swedish electronic artist pacific! released "Narcissus" an album and ballet staged in Gothenburg.[7] In 1994, composer Mark Applebaum composed Narcissus: Strata/Panacea for marimba solo. This work comprised one movement of the larger Janus Cycle, for mixed instrumentation.[8] In 1987, Thea Musgrave was commissioned by a consortium of four flutists for a solo work. She composed Narcissus for flute and digital delay.
In 1898 Havelock Ellis, an English sexologist, used the term "narcissus-like" in reference to excessive masturbation, whereby the person becomes his or her own sex object.In 1899, Paul Näche was the first person to use the term "narcissism" in a study of sexual perversions.
Otto Rank, in 1911, published the first psychoanalytical paper specifically concerned with narcissism, linking it to vanity and self-admiration.Sigmund Freud only published one paper exclusively devoted to narcissism in 1914, called "On Narcissism: An Introduction".One of the personality disorders is called narcissistic personality disorder.In Marilyn Manson's song Deep Six, One of the lines mentions his name, along with the Greek god Zeus.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcissus_(mythology)
Narcissus was once walking by a lake or river and decided to drink some water; he saw his reflection in the water and was surprised by the beauty he saw; he became entranced by the reflection of himself.The myth of Narcissus is one of the most known Greek Myths, due to its uniqueness and moral tale; Narcissus, was the son of River God Cephisus and nymph Lyriope. He was known for his beauty and he was loved by God Apollo due to his extraordinary physique.The myth of Narcissus comes in two different versions, the Greek and the Greco-Roman version, as both Conon the Greek and Ovid, the Roman poet, wrote the story of Narcissus, enhancing it with different elements.According to Conon, Aminias, a young man fell in love with Narcissus, who had already spurned his male suitors. Aminias was also spurned by Narcissus who gave the unfortunate young man a sword. Aminias killed himself at Narcissus’ doorstep praying to the Gods to give Narcissus a lesson for all the pain he had provoked.Narcissus was once walking by a lake or river and decided to drink some water; he saw his reflection in the water and was surprised by the beauty he saw; he became entranced by the reflection of himself. He could not obtain the object of his desire though, and he died at the banks of the river or lake from his sorrow.The myth presented by Ovid the poet is slightly altered. According to this myth, Narcissus’ parents were worried because of the extraordinary beauty of the child and asked prophet Teiresias what to do, regarding their son’s futureTeiresias told them that the boy would grow old only if “he didn’t get to know himself”. When Narcissus was sixteen he was walking in the woods and Nymph Echo saw him and felt madly in love with him. She started following him and Narcissus asked “who’s there”, feeling someone after him.Echo responded “who’s there” and that went on for some time until Echo decided to show herself. She tried to embrace the boy who stepped away from Echo, telling her to leave him alone. Echo was left heartbroken and spent the rest of her life in glens; until nothing but an echo sound remained of her.Nemesis, though, the Goddess of Revenge, heard the story and decided to punish Narcissus. From this point the stories are similar; Narcissus sees himself in the pond and he is amazed by the beauty of the reflection. Once he figured out that his love could not be addressed, he killed himself.
Woods are protected by flood.
“It is the marriage of the soul with Nature that makes the intellect fruitful, and gives birth to imagination.”
Henry David Thoreau
I love running. Hitting the pavement frees me from all other thoughts and allows me to feel entirely united as a being. I start out fully aware of the way I breathe, how my foot falls, how my arms drop and grip. Five minutes later, I am flowing.
Running is probably one of the most basic things that people know how to do...or at least so I thought. I always assumed that running was primal—extremely basic, such that we’ve heard of learning to walk before running. As a primal activity, it seemed highly functional. But in the environment of cars and transportation systems, running has become increasingly unnecessary. And truly, with today’s emphasis on speed and efficiency, running always seemed like an issue of who finishes first. The general effect is a perspective of running which focuses on speed, rather than endurance, sprints, rather than marathons.
But training for sprints and training for marathons require different things. And if life is a marathon, it is inevitable for one to reflect on one’s life as one trains for a marathon.
Learning to run for a full half hour (although this length of time is far, far, far from completing a marathon) required so much from me. While a lot of the requirements were completely physical, I had to reframe my mind tremendously. I can drive myself really hard and forceful in trying to achieve my goals. But running is an activity where driving yourself really hard and forcefully will lead to complete failure: either an injury or not finishing your race. I have learned to pace myself and go at a very steady pace, focusing on just one step at a time. The only way to endure through the time and distance was to go at a steady and relaxed pace.
I would not say that I am a genius, but intellectually, my capacity to comprehend is quick. In that sense, in matters of intellect, it is quite easy for me to get it, without really having to push too much or to try too hard. In the small world of my mind, pushing was never necessary—because I was always full speed ahead. Physically though, this formula doesn’t work. I have too much fat and mass to go full speed ahead. But because I am accustomed to figuring it out quickly, the physical discipline of running can be frustrating.
And that’s another thing I learned in my efforts to run: patience. Because I cannot drive my lung capacity, my legs, my heart rate, or my knees by sheer will. With consistency in practice, my body will adapt. But sheer mental power cannot miraculously increase knee strength or lung capacity. As in all things in life, you, and in this case your body, will adjust and adapt. But to do so takes time. And to persist and endure despite frustration, requires patience—an acceptance of oneself as evolving through both time and space.
I was never an athlete, but I am quite sure that most sports require some form of discipline. But running, unlike all other sport or exercise I have tried, has pushed my limits to the point of questioning my fundamental belief systems.
And maybe it is primal. I may have just truly veered away from who and what I truly am. I may have been living in my head for way too long. And the experience of a union in being for half an hour can be overwhelming, and refreshing—despite all the buckets of sweat.
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"You can't try telling me it's healthy to live in a cave - only coming out at night, dressed like a bat, to beat people up ..."
('Batgirl' and 'Batman' by DC Direct / 'Batgirl' based on art by Carmine Infantino)
What does it mean to be the silent observer? The subjects in this series embody the joint-like posture of mannequins. They allude view, obscuring themselves behind objects and other times reveal their presence in an ordinary remote world.
ABOUT THE ARTIST
Chance Nkosi Gomez known initiated by H.H Swami Jyotirmayanda as Sri Govinda walks an integral yogic path in which photography is the primary creative field of expression. The medium was introduced during sophomore year of high school by educator Dr. Devin Marsh of Robert Morgan Educational Center. Coming into alignment with light, its nature and articulating the camera was the focus during that time. Thereafter while completing a Photographic Technology Degree, the realization of what made an image “striking” came to the foreground of the inner dialogue. These college years brought forth major absorption and reflection as an apprentice to photographer and educator Tony A. Chirinos of Miami Dade College. The process of working towards a singular idea of interest and thus building a series became the heading from here on while the camera aided in cultivating an adherence to the present moment. The viewfinder resembles a doorway to the unified field of consciousness in which line, shape, form, color, value, texture all dissolve. It is here that the yogi is reminded of sat-chit-ananda (the supreme reality as all-pervading; pure consciousness). As of May 2024 Govinda has completed his 300hr yoga teacher training program at Sattva Yoga Academy studying from Master Yogi Anand Mehrotra in Rishikesh, India, Himalayas. This has strengthened his personal Sadhana and allows one to carry and share ancient Vedic Technology leading others in ultimately directing their intellect to bloom into intuition. As awareness and self-realization grows so does the imagery that is all at once divine in the mastery of capturing and controlling light. Over the last seven years he has self-published six photographic books, Follow me i’ll be right behind you (2017), Sonata - Minimal Study (2018), Birds Singing Lies (2018), Rwanda (2019), Where does the body begin? (2019) & Swayam Jyotis (2023). Currently, Govinda is employed at the Leica Store Miami as a camera specialist and starting his journey as a practitioner of yoga ॐ
HEAD N.N is an artwork which appeals to the intellect. The artist behind the work is Marianne Heske.
You can find it in Torshovdalen, Oslo Norway. Torshovdalen is located in the district of Sagene in the municipality of Oslo. The valley stretches from Trondheimsveien to the east, Sinsenkrysset to the north, and Torshov to the west.
On avait mis les morts à table
On faisait des châteaux de sable
On prenait les loups pour des chiens.
Tout changeait de pôle et d'épaule
La pièce était-elle ou non drôle
Moi, si j'y tenais mal mon rôle
C'était de n'y comprendre rien.
Louis Aragon
A staple of fantasy warfare, orcs comprise the largest single contingent of the evil forces. Given that orcs are rather limited in their intellect and training, the great majority become foot soldiers to form the bulk of the front lines and the casualties. There are a few orcs, however, who manage to excel in other areas.
One of these is the orc tracker. By nature, orcs in general are not particularly observant or detail oriented, but some are found to possess these qualities. When these skills are combined with their excellent senses of smell and hearing, they make for good trackers.
The orc tracker will rarely be mistaken for a stalker. They track but they employ little to no stealth. More like baying hounds, they typically run ahead while tracking, yelling and screaming in excitement. And just as the noise of the hounds will frighten a prey into leaving cover, so the loud cacophony of a group of orc trackers can route a camp of enemies before the soldiers even arrive.
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
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♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♫♪Music ◎ TUNE ◎ Music♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♫♪
First verse, uh, I'm on 'til I'm on a island
My life's ridin' on the Autobahn on autopilot
Before I touch dirt, I'll kill you all wit' kindness
I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse
You've been warned if you've been born or if you can form
Slap up a cop and then snatch 'im out of his uniform
Leave him wit' his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas' intellect mad slow, y'all fags know
Claimin' you bangin', you flamin'
Bet you could light your own cigarette witcha asshole
Me and Shady deaded the past, so that basically resurrected my cash flow
I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke
Though I ain't wrapped tight
My blood type's the '80s!
My '90s was like the Navy, you was like the Bradys
You still fly kites daily!
Catch me in my Mercedes
Bumpin' "Ice, Ice Baby, " screamin' Shady 'til I die
Like a half a pair of dice, life's crazy
So I live it to the fullest 'til I'm Swayze
And you only live it once, so I'm thinkin' 'bout this nice, nice lady
Wait, no, stop me now 'fore I get on a roll (Damn)
Let me tell you what this pretty little dame's name is, 'cause she's kinda famous
And I hope that I don't sound too heinous when I say this
Nicki Minaj, but I wanna stick (My penis in your anus!)
You morons think that I'm a genius
Really I belong inside a dang insane asylum, cleanin', try them trailer parks
Crazy, I am back, and I am razor-sharp, baby
And that's back wit' a capital B wit' an exclamation mark
Maybe you should listen when I flip the linguistics
'Cause I'm'onna rip this mystical slick shit
You don't wanna become another victim or statistic of this shit
'Cause after I spit the bullets, I'ma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball
I'ma kick the ballistics! So get this dick, I'ma live this
I'm livin' life in the fast lane
Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down
Only got a gallon in the gas tank
But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now
I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride
Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
Yeah
My whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit
At war wit' a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organs (C'mon)
My slow flow is euphoric, it's like I rap endorphins (Woo!)
I made a pact with the Devil that says "I'll let you take me
You let me take this shovel, dig up the corspes, Jack Kevorkian" (C'mon)
Go 'back and forth in more beef that you can pack a fork in
I'm livin' the life of the infinite enemy down
My tenement, too many now, to send my serenity powers
Spin 'em around, enterin' in the vicinity
Now
Was called Eminem, but he threw away the candy and ate the rapper
Chewed him up (Pt!) and spitted him out
Girl, giddy-up, now get, get down
He's lookin' around this club and it looks like people are havin' a shit fit now
Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town
Did I s-st-stutter, motherfucker? Fuck them all
He's shuts the whole motherfuckin' Walmart d-d-down every time he comes a-r-r-round
And he came to the club tonight wit' 5'9? to hold this bitch down
Like a motherfuckin' chick underwater, he's tryna d-dr-drown
Shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated
Just by the way that you keep lickin' 'em dicks like her lips I'm agitated, aggravated
To the point you don't suck my dick, then you're gonna get decapitated
Other words, you don't fuckin' give me head, then I'm have to take it
And then after takin' that, I'ma catch a case, it's gon' be fascinatin'
It's gon' say "The whole rap game passed away" on top of the affadavit
Graduated from master debater slash massive masturbator
To Michael Jackson' activator (Woo!)
Meanin' I'm on fire off the top, might wanna back up the data
Runnin' over hip-hop in a verbal tractor-trailer
Homie, this sick, you can normally ask a hater
Don't it make sense, these shell casings is just like a bag of paper
Drop in the lap of a tax evader (Homie, they spent)
Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes
What, girl, I'm the crack-a-lator
Percolator to this party, be my penis ejaculator later
Tell ya boyfriend that you just struck paydirt
You rollin' wit' a player, you won't be exaggeratin' when you sayin'
I'm livin' life in the fast lane
Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down
Only got a gallon in the gas tank
But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now
I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride
Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.
Carl Jung
1. I, the pure, stainless and infinite Consciousness beyond maya, look upon this body in action like the body of another.
2. The mind, the intellect, the senses, etc. are all the play of Consciousness. They are unreal and seem to exist only due to lack of insight.
3. Unmoved by adversity, a friend of all the world in prosperity, without ideas of existence and non-existence, I Live free from misery.
4. Inactive am I, desireless, clear as the sky, free from hankering, tranquil, formless, everlasting and unmoving.
5. I have now clearly understood that the five elements, the three worlds and I myself are pure Consciousness.
6. I am above everything ; I am present everywhere ; I am like space; I am that which (really) exists; I am unable to say anything beyond this.
7. Let imaginary waves of universe rise or fall in me who am the ocean of infinite Consciousness ; there is no increase or decrease in me.
8. How wonderful that in me, the infinite ocean of Consciousness, waves of jivas (individual souls) rise, sport for a while and disappear according to their nature.
9. The world which has come into existence on account of my ignorance has dissolved likewise in me. I now directly experience the world as supreme bliss of Consciousness.
10. I prostrate to myself who am within all being, the ever free Self abiding as inner consciousness.
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Yoga Vasishta Sara - SELECTED VERSES - Meditation on the Self
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Painting by Nicolas Poussin
"On turning over the large stiff pages of a folio volume, or the yellow leaves of a manuscript, in short, a poem, a code of laws, a confession of faith, what is your first comment? You say to yourself that the work before you is not of its own creation. It is simply a mold like a fossil shell, an imprint similar to one of those forms embedded in a stone by an animal which once lived and perished. Beneath the shell was an animal and behind the document there was a man. Why do you study the shell unless to form some idea of the animal? In the same way do you study the document in order to comprehend the man; both shell and document are dead fragments and of value only as indications of the complete living being. The aim is to reach this being; this is what you strive to reconstruct. It is a mistake to study the document as if it existed alone by itself. That is treating things merely as a pedant, and you subject yourself to the illusions of a book-worm. At bottom mythologies and languages are not existences; the only realities are human beings who have employed words and imagery adapted to their organs and to suit the original cast of their intellects. A creed is nothing in itself. Who made it? Look at this or that portrait of the sixteenth century, the stern, energetic features of an archbishop or of an English martyr. Nothing exists except through the individual; it is necessary to know the individual himself. Let the parentage of creeds be established, or the classification of poems, or the growth of constitutions, or the transformations of idioms, and we have only cleared the ground. True history begins when the historian has discerned beyond the mists of ages the living, active man, endowed with passions, furnished with habits, special in voice, feature, gesture and costume, distinctive and complete, like anybody that you have just encountered in the street. Let us strive then, as far as possible, to get rid of this great interval of time which prevents us from observing the man with our eyes, the eyes of our own head.[...]A language, a law, a creed, is never other than an abstraction; the perfect thing is found in the active man, the visible corporeal figure which eats, walks, fights, and labors. Set aside the theories of constitutions and their results, of religions and their systems, and try to observe men in their workshops or offices, in their fields along with their own sky and soil, with their own homes, clothes, occupations and repasts, just as you see them when, on landing in England or in Italy, you remark their features and gestures, their roads and their inns, the citizen on his promenades and the workman taking a drink. Let us strive as much as possible to supply the place of the actual, personal, sensible observation that is no longer practicable, this being the only way in which we can really know the man; let us make the past present; to judge of an object it must be present; no experience can be had of what is absent. Undoubtedly, this sort of reconstruction is always imperfect; only an imperfect judgment can be based on it; but let us do the best we can; incomplete knowledge is better than none at all, or than knowledge which is erroneous, and there is no other way of obtaining knowledge approximatively of bygone times than by seeing approximatively the men of former times."
Hippolyte Adolphe Taine -- Introduction to the History of English Literature
Ganesha is the remover of obstacles, the patron of the arts and sciences, and the deva of intellect and wisdom in the Hindu pantheon.
....in un mondo che libero non è
The courage to be free , in a world that isn't free
Cavalli selvaggi a Pizzo d'Evigno , Liguria
....l'intelletto annulla il fato. Finché uno pensa è libero...( Ralph Waldo Emerson )
Libertà significa responsabilità. Ecco perché molti la temono
( George Bernard Shaw )
Freedom means responsability. That's why a lot of people fear it.
..Intellect defeats fate. Until a person thinks, is free...
zzzzrrrRRRAAAKKKLLLllrrzzz!!
Doctor Doom: You are too late, as usual! Without Richards' mind guiding you, I have moved you three like pawns! And now you are here merely to witness my triumph!!
Human Torch: Not while we have breath, Doom!! I'll turn that oversized doohickey into slag!!
Doctor Doom: AAHAHA!! Please try!
Invisible Woman: Johnny, no! It may set off a chain reaction!
Doctor Doom: Ah, Susan, you at least have a semblance of intellect!
The Thing: Enuff with all this malarkey!! One good punch!! That'll settle it!!
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
This episode of the Bijou Planks has been brought to you out of our desire to say "doohickey" and "malarkey". Thank you.
Four years of college were spent learning 35mm film photography. I didn't fully embrace the medium as I preferred pixels over silver-halides at the time. Because the subject matter and working-series that I pursued had a more conceptual nature to it I needed the resolution to doctor the files as much as I could to achieve the vision. However so, being in a darkroom setting developing film and creating water-based prints left a lasting-impression. Now with a much clearer understanding of the self and the world around I see a balance of purity, activity and inertia. Analog photography is experiencing a great return which compels many too slow down and drop into the field of pure awareness. After reasoning with a few like-minded shooters and reviewing their work I realized that there is something about film that renders uniquely compared to digital imagery. Feeling into the realization I decided to call-in the Leica M6 Re-Issue before returning to the East. The Leica M6 is an analog rangefinder camera with an integrated light meter. Its predecessor was introduced in 1984. Almost 175,000 units were built in different versions until 2003. Like no other Leica M camera, the Leica M6 is a tool that keeps evoking admiration from photographers around the world.
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ABOUT THE ARTIST
Chance Nkosi Gomez known initiated by H.H Swami Jyotirmayanda as Sri Govinda walks an integral yogic path in which photography is the primary creative field of expression. The medium was introduced during sophomore year of high school by educator Dr. Devin Marsh of Robert Morgan Educational Center. Coming into alignment with light, its nature and articulating the camera was the focus during that time. Thereafter while completing a Photographic Technology Degree, the realization of what made an image “striking” came to the foreground of the inner dialogue. These college years brought forth major absorption and reflection as an apprentice to photographer and educator Tony A. Chirinos of Miami Dade College. The process of working towards a singular idea of interest and thus building a series became the heading from here on while the camera aided in cultivating an adherence to the present moment. The viewfinder resembles a doorway to the unified field of consciousness in which line, shape, form, color, value, texture all dissolve. It is here that the yogi is reminded of sat-chit-ananda (the supreme reality as all-pervading; pure consciousness). As of May 2024 Govinda has completed his 300hr yoga teacher training program at Sattva Yoga Academy studying from Master Yogi Anand Mehrotra in Rishikesh, India, Himalayas. This has strengthened his personal Sadhana and allows one to carry and share ancient Vedic Technology leading others in ultimately directing their intellect to bloom into intuition. As awareness and self-realization grows so does the imagery that is all at once divine in the mastery of capturing and controlling light. Over the last seven years he has self-published six photographic books, Follow me i’ll be right behind you (2017), Sonata - Minimal Study (2018), Birds Singing Lies (2018), Rwanda (2019), Where does the body begin? (2019) & Swayam Jyotis (2023). Currently, Govinda is employed at the Leica Store Miami as a camera specialist and starting his journey as a practitioner of yoga ॐ
"....minds that are to our minds as ours are to those of the beasts that perish, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic, regarded this earth with envious eyes..."
"Just as iron rusts from disuse... even so does inaction spoil the intellect."
-- Leonardo da Vinci (Italian polymath of the High Renaissance who was active as a painter, draughtsman, engineer, scientist, theorist, sculptor, and architect)
Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D7200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
The best way to view my photostream is through Flickriver with the following link: www.flickriver.com/photos/photojourney57/
I am proud to be a human being.
A human like everyone else in this planet.
A human who does not make distinctions in terms of race, gender, intellect, religion, beliefs, and culture.
A human who respects others and in doing so earns respect from them.
A human who respects the law and does not expects or demand special treatment.
A human who values and believes in God, family, morals, and life, above all, but also respects those who think different.
A human who is saddened by division and injustice and hopes that one day humanity will learn to live in harmony.
Will we ever learn that there are so many things that we have in common to focus in the few things that we don't?
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Siento orgullo por ser un ser humano.
Un humano como todos los demás en este planeta.
Un humano que no hace distinciones en términos de raza, género, intelecto, religión, creencias y cultura.
Un humano que respeta a los demás in al hacerlo se gana el respeto de ellos.
Un humano que respeta la ley y que no espera o reclama trato especial.
Un humano que valora y cree en Dios, la familia, la moral y la vida, sobre todas las cosas, pero que también respeta a los que piensan diferente.
Un humano que se entristece con la división e injusticia y espera que algún día la humanidad aprenda a vivir en armonía.
¿Será que algún día aprenderemos que tenemos demasiadas cosas en común como para enfocarnos en las pocas en las que diferimos?
"Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure. " ~Victor Hugo
"Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul." ~Gaston Bachelard
EXPLORED - January 28, 2012, via Explore at #269 on Fluidr.
The Rab'rigar were incorporated into the Hive around 200 years ago. Their planet had been annexed prior to this, however the Rab's skill as technicians wasn't appreciated until local Hive troops started noticing stolen equipment. After raiding villages they found stolen equipment assembled taken apart and assembled into new machinery. So started the path to incorporation. These Rab'rigar although small and weak are exclusively valued by the Hive for their intellect. That being said many choose to incorporate cybernetic body parts to improve their physical shortcomings.
The Rab'rigar are also known for being musical and not being able to distinguish their reflection in a mirror from another of their kin.
My friendship with Katie goes back over a decade, and continues to evolve in deeply meaningful ways. Since she's a notable personality on Flickr, many of you know her to be witty, sexy, charming, charismatic and vivacious. She is all that, but in addition, she's a person of deep intellect, wisdom, empathy and character. We are opposites in many ways, as she attracts people like bees to honey with her extroverted life-of-the-party personality, whereas I, as an introvert, am more inclined toward quieter pastures . . . . but as the old saying goes, opposites attract! Here we are sharing a glass of wine in Rehoboth Beach. We were up early the next day to play a round of golf!
Ganesha è una divinità molto amata ed invocata, poiché è il Signore del buon auspicio che dona prosperità e fortuna, il Distruttore degli ostacoli di ordine materiale o spirituale; per questa ragione se ne invoca la grazia prima di iniziare una qualunque attività, come ad esempio un viaggio, un esame, un colloquio di lavoro, un affare, una cerimonia, o un qualsiasi evento importante. Per questo motivo è tradizione che tutte le sessioni di bhajan (canti devozionali) comincino con una invocazione a Ganesha.
Ganesha is widely revered as the remover of obstacles, the patron of arts and sciences and the deva of intellect and wisdom. As the god of beginnings, he is honoured at the start of rituals and ceremonies. Ganesha is also invoked as patron of letters and learning during writing sessions