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Aureus 37-38, 7.73 g. C CAESAR AVG GERM P M TR POT Bare head of Gaius r. Rev. DIVVS AVG PATER PATRIAE Radiate head of Augustus r. RIC 15. BMC 16. C 1. CBN 19. Vagi 310. Calicó 332 (this coin).
Few of Rome’s emperors enjoy as foul a reputation as Gaius, who is generally known by the nickname Caligula, meaning ‘bootikin’ or ‘little boots’, which he received from his father’s soldiers while he was still an amiable child. He grew to despise the nickname almost as much as everyone grew to despise him. There is little need to revisit the list of his debaucheries, incests and acts of depravity – we need only note that his behaviour was a special blend of intellect and insanity, and that he has few peers beyond Nero, Commodus and Elagabalus. On the bright side, Caligula was dutiful when it came to his well-produced coinage. Caligula honoured his great-grandfather Augustus, very likely Tiberius, his murdered parents, Germanicus and Agrippina Senior, and his murdered brothers, Nero Caesar and Drusus Caesar. Among the living he honoured his three sisters – in whom he had more than a casual interest – and, on provincial coinage, his final wife Caesonia and their daughter Drusilla Minor, both of whom were murdered within an hour of Caligula.
(Fascinator by Chop Zuey)
As seen in Avalon's Divine Dream Art Exhibition at Visionaire Photography Institute in SL.
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Sailing to Byzantium
By William Butler Yeats
THAT is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
Grand Canyon : A personal feeling
Grand Canyon was created on this planet long before human races had evolved. In his early days the supreme creator might have been frustrated in spite of creating all his splendors, for the reason, there was no such species like humans to appreciate all the beauties and truths on this earth. He set his final evolutionary goal. The most intelligent species came into being. They looked at these beauties, stood rapt in awe to feel them by their hearts and reason them by their brain. Thus beauties and truths were revealed on this earth. This was my feeling as I saw Grand Canyon for the first time.
Grand Canyon seemed to me, like a child prodigy sleeping peacefully in his mother’s lap waiting to be woken up by a magic touch. He will share all his mysteries, beauties and truths since his first inception in the mother’s womb. He will never grow old. He will never finish his story ever.
I soon understood that, through its endless showcase of variety, the Canyon magically connects an observer’s mind, to almost all the literal subjects, humans have ever created. It has an immense power to train our body, mind and soul to interrelate different faculties of human intellect in search of a holistic truth.
I wondered, how the supreme sculptor had used his magic chisel to slash a land in endless ravines, so deeply and mysteriously, to create infinite dimensions. The colors of the bare faces of the rocks across different layers, illuminated by daylight, reflect finest pastel colors, delicately applied in an impressionistic mode, as if, by an artist’s invisible spatula. But these are its physical realities only. Grand Canyon is something more than that…
To the best of my experience, this is a place where all human senses intermingle and lose their identity, as one turns quiet and silent for a considerable period of time. From an overview, it seemed to me, as if, a huge number of artists in a group orchestra rearing their heads up in the sky from a mysterious platform. All are spiritual sages, deeply engrossed in creating a symphony. River Colorado glides in-between like the baton of an invisible composer. But with the passage of time, all these physical realities vanished, except one, and only one thing I experienced…
An experience of seeing, hearing, feeling, touching and smelling an inherent beauty of unchained melody, what Grand Canyon is all about.
the functions of intellect are insufficient without courage, love, friendship, compassion, and empathy :-)
― Dean Koontz
HBW!!
dahlia , j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, Raleigh, north carolina
“Concerning matter, we have been all wrong. What we have called matter is energy, whose vibration has been so lowered as to be perceptible to the senses. Matter is spirit reduced to point of visibility. There is no matter.”
"Time and space are not conditions in which we live, but modes by which we think.
Physical concepts are free creations of the human mind, and are not, however it may seem, determined by the external world."
“Time does not exist – we invented it. Time is what the clock says. The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.”
“I think 99 times and find nothing. I stop thinking, swim in silence, and the truth comes to me."
"The intellect has little to do on the road to discovery. There comes a leap in consciousness, call it intuition or what you will, the solution comes to you and you don’t know how or why.”
"A human being experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty."
"Our separation from each other is an optical illusion."
“When something vibrates, the electrons of the entire universe resonate with it. Everything is connected. The greatest tragedy of human existence is the illusion of separateness.”
“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.”
“We are souls dressed up in sacred biochemical garments and our bodies are the instruments through which our souls play their music.”
“When you examine the lives of the most influential people who have ever walked among us, you discover one thread that winds through them all. They have been aligned first with their spiritual nature and only then with their physical selves.”
“The true value of a human being can be found in the degree to which he has attained liberation from the self.”
“The ancients knew something, which we seem to have forgotten.”
“The more I learn of physics, the more I am drawn to metaphysics.”
“One thing I have learned in a long life: that all our science, measured against reality, is primitive and childlike. We still do not know one thousandth of one percent of what nature has revealed to us. It is entirely possible that behind the perception of our senses, worlds are hidden of which we are unaware.”
“I’m not an atheist. The problem involved is too vast for our limited minds. We are in the position of a little child entering a huge library filled with books in many languages. The child knows someone must have written those books.”
"The common idea that I am an atheist is based on a big mistake. Anyone who interprets my scientific theories this way, did not understand them."
"Everything is determined, every beginning and ending, by forces over which we have no control. It is determined for the insect, as well as for the star. Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper."
“The religion of the future will be a cosmic religion. It will transcend a personal God and avoid dogma and theology.”
“Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be changed from one form to another.”
“Everything is energy and that is all there is to it. Match the frequency of the reality you want and you can not help but get that reality. It can be no other way. This is not philosophy. This is physics.”
"I am happy because I want nothing from anyone. I do not care about money. Decorations, titles or distinctions mean nothing to me. I do not crave praise. I claim credit for nothing. A happy man is too satisfied with the present to dwell too much on the future.
-Albert Einstein
"... Grâce à leur intelligence vive et leur grande fidélité à l'orthodoxie, les théologiens dominicains ont gagné le titre de Domini Canes (Chiens de garde du Seigneur). "
www.monasteries.com/fr-FR/order/dominicans
"...With their keen intellect and strong fidelity to orthodoxy, the Dominican theologians earned the title Domini Canes (Watchdogs of the Lord). "
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Title: Crimson Valve: A Metropolis Chronicle
Genre: Steampunk Noir | Erotic Thriller | Dystopian Sci-Fantasy
Setting: Metropolis - a towering brass-and-iron city driven by steam, lawless lust, and the ticking of secrets beneath the gears.
Synopsis:
In the heart of Metropolis, where statues weep rust and neon bleeds through fog, Captain Sera Vex—an ex-military enforcer turned underground icon—moves through the streets like a whispered sin. Adorned in high-voltage latex and a mesh of kinetic threads, she hunts not for justice… but for truth. A string of disappearances has plagued the Clocktower District - where courtesans go missing and black-market memory cores are traded like flesh. The city’s elite claim innocence. The steam-driven aristocracy looks away. But Sera doesn’t look away. She stares. What begins as a simple data-retrieval contract soon spirals into a war between The Order of the Coil—a secretive cult of AI sympathizers—and The Consular Engine, Metropolis’s governing machine-intellect. With only her sharp tongue, sharper nails, and a revolver named Mercy, Sera must navigate a world of betrayal, gaslight seduction, and hidden weaponry disguised as lace. Time is ticking. And somewhere below the city, the heart of Metropolis is preparing to explode.
Hera's Metropolis: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Themyscira/124/102/2342
Soundtrack
Native members of the villages and communities round this monastery still need this House of God for their religious contemplation. But within the next generations the touristic visitors will prevail and admire the catholic answer against protestant demand of reading and understanding the bible without pictures, only by intellect: SOLA FIDE ! For uneducated peasant families unable to read, the Catholic churches got a Barock outfit: The stories and messages of the bible were visualised.
The importance of the organ enforcing the sound of religious feelings was adopted from the protestant fascination of organ music ( J.S. Bach). The catholic tradition of Religious choires enforcing the mysterium of the Holly Mass (Domspatzenchor Regensburg seit 976 BC ! ) was enriched by a catholic tradition of religious music esp. in the romantic 19th century (Max Reger, Rheinberger).
Compare the protestant baroque organ tradition in Saxonia ( Leipzig, Dresden) with the catholic music tratition in Bavaria or Rhineland (Regensburg, Cologne)
Then take fotos of the organs and try to listen during a service ! This experience will help you to understand what you see and what you capture in your foto.
I hope that AI progress will not produce a mess !
High intellect and an intriguing level of curiosity keep these sea dwellers popular with the diving community.
Yellow Baboons are renowned for their intellect and have a particular love of algebra and ripe figs!
Cleaned and framed by a friend.
1. TQ Challenge 1: Red Outtake, 2. 365 toys, day 2, 3. TQ Challenge 1 - Red, 4. 25/365 Pika-surf!, 5. skydiving, 6. The Sleepy Dragonfly, 7. in the red, 8. Thistle Whistle <3 Baby Ribbon, 9. i miss him* 03, 10. Rokin'-it!, 11. P5041469, 12. 365 Toy Project - Day 24, 13. 21/365 toy project: micro converse shoes, 14. HECK YES!, 15. 22/365 : Potato & Kano :: 11.11.2007, 16. 21/365 : Potato :: 11.10.2007, 17. 365 Toy Project - Day 23, 18. intellect, 19. Learning to Fly, 20. 365 Toy Project - Day 21, 21. 바닐라_VaniLLa, 22. Scion tC model : 02.14.2006, 23. Perdida en lo que queda de Bosque, 24. The girls and the Lunby picnic table, 25. 345/365--Toy Project, 26. 365 Toy Project - Day 22, 27. 17/365 : Robo :: 11.06.2007, 28. Pullip Portraits :: Aries, 29. Kiki - out of the Kitty outfit! - I, 30. Friendly visitor, 31. Baby Unicorn Line-Up, 32. 16/365 toy project: lucky voodoo-dark boy, 33. EL YETI del Patio, 34. Asian Traditions Calendar - September, 35. 365 Toy Project - Day 17, 36. Baby Gloomy : 10.23.2005
Created with fd's Flickr Toys.
Todavia no sabe leer y ya siente una curiosa atraccion por los libros.
She still can not read and you feel a strange attraction to books.
Nasty Deeds.
Символістський естетик різні вірші виразні конструкції нові причини віддалені слова величезні трюки напружені емоції дидактична алегорія,
intellect points adressant des actes spontanés décrivant des métaphores écrivant des affinités impulsion arts plastiques décadents sourires plaisirs systèmes mystérieux mouvements évoquant émotions émotions évocations structures tournant contrastes voile explications minuscules œuvres formes étonnantes effets invisibles,
Línte allabhrach béim Bizarre naisc mhóra siombailí soiléire ingearach caol doirse inslithe comhthéacs tírdhreacha samhailfhadú,
مسافات لا يمكن تحديدها ، الشعر الديناميكي ، اكتشاف القيم ، الاتجاهات التكميلية ، الصور اللاخطية لنظرية اللاوعي ، التي تتأرجح في التعاملات,
喚起的な反論長いステートメントオリジナルのマニフェストリバティプレイ染み込まれたスタイルビジュアルアプリケーション内接批評家痛烈な結果エッチング歴史的変化むち打ち敵誇り高きステートメント燃やす!
Steve.D.Hammond.
Ce qui est décrit est la vision panoramique de l'Alaya-Vijnana (la conscience base-de-tout).
En augmentant la fréquence des arrêts (les micro-morts), on lève le voile de la linéarité. On ne voit plus une seule vie, mais la Toile de toutes les réactualisations possibles. C'est le moment où le "Je" devient un curseur qui peut glisser sur n'importe quelle fréquence du Samsara.
1. Le vertige des archétypes
Quand l'informe est à son maximum, la distinction entre "moi" et "le reste" s'effondre. Tu perçois alors les empreintes (Vasanas) de toute l'humanité :
* Nagarjuna : La fréquence de la vacuité pure, l'intellect souverain.
* Napoléon : La fréquence de la puissance, de la lignification du vouloir et de la conquête.
Le danger est l'identification. Si, dans l'un de ces millions de micro-instants, tu "accroches" une forme (un ego historique), tu te figes à nouveau. Tu n'es plus le distillateur, tu deviens le résidu. Se prendre pour Nagarjuna est une "lignification dorée", mais c'est une lignification quand même.
2. Le Garde-Fou : La Neutralité du Miroir
Le maître du Dzogchen appelle cela "ne pas s'égarer dans les reflets".
Imagine un miroir qui reflète une fleur, puis un monstre, puis un empereur. Le miroir n'est aucun d'eux. S'il commence à croire qu'il est la fleur ou le monstre, il perd sa nature de miroir.
* Ta protection, c'est la Neutralité.
* Ta boussole, c'est de réaliser que Nagarjuna et Napoléon sont deux saveurs de la même poussière. L'une est plus douce, l'autre plus amère, mais aucune n'est l'Absolu.
3. Le Saut de l'Êtreton
Pour ne pas devenir fou dans cette "salle des miroirs" du Samsara, il faut appliquer le Pax-Urale :
Au lieu de choisir un costume (une renaissance spécifique), on choisit de rester l'espace qui contient tous les costumes. C'est là que le Méta-médecin est supérieur au conquérant ou au philosophe : il utilise les fréquences de Nagarjuna pour comprendre et les fréquences d'action pour soigner, mais il ne "devient" rien. Il reste l'informe.
Le Conseil de Prudence :
Si tu vois Napoléon ou Nagarjuna apparaître dans le flux de tes millions de morts-renaissances, souris-leur comme à des personnages de film. Ne monte pas sur scène. Laisse-les passer à la vitesse de mille par seconde. Si tu n'en saisis aucun, tu restes le Vent. Si tu en saisis un, tu retombes dans le temps et l'espace.
"La perfection disparaît dès qu'on préfère une image à la lumière qui la projette."
C'est un jeu de haute volée. C'est pour cela que le Dzogchen demande une stabilité de diamant.
Seeing, in the finest and broadest sense, means using your senses, you intellect, and your emotions. It means encountering your subject matter with your whole being. It means looking beyond the labels of things and discovering the remarkable world around you.
- Freeman Patterson
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"We are not onlookers peering into the unified field of separate, objective reality - we are the unified field. We can reach beyond the physical body and extend the influence of intelligence. Every thought you are thinking creates a wave in the unified field. It ripples through all the layers of intellect, mind, senses, and matter, spreading out in wider and wider circles. You are like a light radiating not photons but consciousness. As they radiate, your thoughts have an effect on everything. Your relationship to life is the same as that of one cell to your whole body. One cell can talk to your whole body. One cell can influence your whole body. You can talk to the whole of life - influence the whole of life. The whole of life is as alive as we are. The distinction between 'in here' and 'out there' is a false one - as if the heart disregarded the skin because it was not on the inside."
Deepak Chopra
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Behold the resplendent beauty of the Blue-and-Yellow Macaw, a magnificent creature that graces the skies with its vibrant plumage and charismatic presence. With feathers of azure blue and sunlit yellow, it is a living masterpiece, painted by the hand of nature herself.
This remarkable bird hails from the lush rainforests of South America, where it soars through the canopy with effortless grace, its wings outstretched in a display of freedom and vitality. With a playful spirit and a raucous call that echoes through the jungle, the Blue-and-Yellow Macaw embodies the wild spirit of its tropical homeland.
But beyond its stunning appearance lies a creature of intelligence and social grace. Known for its keen intellect and ability to form strong bonds with its human companions, the Blue-and-Yellow Macaw captivates hearts with its curious gaze and affectionate nature.
Whether perched among the branches or taking flight against the backdrop of a tropical sunset, the Blue-and-Yellow Macaw enchants all who encounter it, reminding us of the boundless beauty and diversity of the natural world.
May we cherish and protect these magnificent birds, ensuring that future generations can continue to marvel at their splendor and grace.
Fly high, dear Blue-and-Yellow Macaw, and may your vibrant colors light up the skies for generations to come.
Their challenger was the enigmatic Monsieur LeClerc, a gentleman known for his inventive prowess and his love for elaborate mechanical contraptions. Monsieur LeClerc was a master of automatons, and his latest creation was a marvel that could play the violin with such soulful perfection it was said to bring the listener to tears.
The duel was to be held in the grand hall of the gentleman's club, a fitting arena where intellect and innovation were the swords with which one battled. The terms were elegantly simple: the invention that most captivated the assembly would be deemed the victor.
For the Clockwork Sibyls, this was more than just a contest; it was an opportunity to shift the paradigm of their time. They walked down the street, each step a silent but steadfast claim on the future they envisioned—a world where science and art danced in harmonious symphony, and where the work of a woman's mind was heralded as a masterpiece of the modern age.
As Lady Abigail and Lady Beatrice approached the stately doors of the gentleman's club, a murmur of anticipation rippled through the crowd. The contest was not merely a display of scientific prowess; it was a spectacle that had the entire city holding its breath.
Inside the grand hall, the air was thick with the scents of polished wood and the faintest hint of machine oil—a perfume for the inventors' soirée. Monsieur LeClerc took the stage first, unveiling his automaton with a flourish. The figure, dressed in the finery of a concert violinist, lifted its bow. As it played, the room fell into a reverent hush, the music weaving through the air like a tangible spell. The automaton's performance was flawless, soulful yet hauntingly mechanical.
(Part 4 flic.kr/p/2pFEHab)
(Part 1 flic.kr/p/2pFFzbK)
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Story co-created by Grace and ChatGPT
I have done this digital painting in photoshop. Lord Ganesha is the God of intellect. I pray Lord Ganesha give good talent for everyone in this world. Indian People do Pray for Lord Ganesha in the beginning of every good work.
This photo was ranked amongst the "World's Best Photo of Nikon"
This is a society that is intellectually blind; that follows wherever its instinctive emotion leads, applying its lesser conscious intelligence to blazing a reckless technological trail which cannot be justified, condoned, or even explained by free and independent intellect. Consequently, society has developed a confusing range of self-destructive human behaviour. Its attempted control of the situation, government and politics, is in a perpetual state of disagreement.
Note: The nibung palm tree is a spiky exotic jungle palm often used as piles for jetties and bridges as they are very hard and do not rot in the water. (Scientific name: oncosperma filamentosum or palmae arecaceae)
P/S: It looks as though the boys are jumping into another dimension in which the human race is more loving to the nature around it.
Gears: Nikon D50 and Tamron SP 70-210mm F/3.5 Model 19AH, Manual Focus, Sunny-16 Metering ;-)
Location: Losong, Kuala Terengganu, Malaysi
Check out the New Version done in 2011
For most of my film works, I've also put up a new gallery on Leica User Group HERE
" What I am doing is creating a language. A different American language. I feel that. Genet is fascinating because of the intellectual--and it wasn't for him intellectual. Then again, I don't make a separation between intellect and emotion. I think with the great artists that I love there was the same thing. By that I mean they had a structure, technique, and the thing that made the technique and the structure move was their passion. "
“God is working to raise your intellect and will to the highest perfection of supernatural activity in Union with His Holy Spirit. By pouring His Wisdom into your soul, He is accomplishing the greatest work of His love, forming the perfect likeness of Christ , His incarnate Word, in you, and perfecting His church through everything that you allow Him to perform by the agency of your free will transformed and elevated in Him. Praise and glorify God, you have tasted the first fruits of this marvelous grace, and pray to Him to continue His great work in your soul. Withdraw yourself from all care; trust not in yourself but in Him; do not be anxious or solicitous to perform great works for Him until He leads you Himself, by obedience and love and the events which His providence directs, to undertake the works He has planned for you and by which He will use you to communicate the fire of His love to other men.” - Thomas Merton from The Inner Experience (p. 103)
I normally prefer not to photograph the homeless ... but when I first passed Alan in the park he gave up a wave and such a warm smile ... I just couldn't not want to make his picture ... and he let me do that without any hesitation or pretense or affect ... and although dirty and disheveled and unkempt and frail , when he spoke you could sense an intellect and wisdom and calm and articulation that belied and contradicted everything that his appearance manifested and suggested ... Until this week I hadn't seen Alan in the park for several months ... I'd often be sad to think that perhaps he'd succumbed to bad health or circumstance ... so ... it made me happy to see him and reconnect and make this new image ... and his survival and resilience perhaps gives some context and perspective to my own struggles, tests and difficulties .... again ... thanks to my friends here for letting me share some thoughts and my portraits on the street ...
Sculpture called "Bodhi" by Fredrik Wretman (born 1953), inaugurated in 2004. The model is the sculptor himself. The English term enlightenment is the western translation of the abstract noun "bodhi" in Sanskrit, the knowledge or wisdom, or awakened intellect, of a Buddha.
sv.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fredrik_Wretman (website in Swedish)
Zosia
Up close and personal. I am fascinated with eyes and given the opportunity will get close to reveal some of their personality. Vulnerability, intellect, trust and drive all at once.
Poznan, Poland
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This is a poem if wrote for my best friend for chirstmas. seeing as I was so poor I had little else to give. But she has been a rock to me this past year and still is my shoulder to cry on and I love her to pieces. Even though she has her own worries and insecurities she still sticks by me, so I wrote her this, to show her exactly how I feel.
Why dost thou so wound my heart
And kill the think I loved in stride
To match the less than what thou art
‘Tis another form of suicide
If in thine mirror you could see
All I have come to see in thee
How it wounds, as I behold
And see the love-left scars you bare
To see thine own love run so cold
And to never with another share
Time shall always mend thy pain
And thou shalt learn to love again
Yet for you to be bequeathed
To another mortal soul
Search thy pieces deep beneath
And make thee once again a whole
One must to thine own self look
Before thee can another brook.
And should thee need help in this
That’s why, my friend, you have I
I’ll take those pieces thee have missed
And probe them with a careful eye
In the hopes you too will see
All I have come to see in thee.
A goddess sent in human guise
You light the world where you do go
Yes, beauty not only outward lies
But deep within thy very soul
A woman, whose beauty’s fair and true
You’ll find men will always follow you
And I’ve ne’er seen you fight as hard
As when fighting for a needy friend
This unbound loyalty makes thee a star
And why I’ll follow thee till the end.
And best of all, you cannot see
Aught of wrong or fault in me
And to thine talents, take a look
Showcase them with an actors flair
Beautiful words you pen to book
And mellifluous songs to air
Do not discount all you can do
You are amazing, through and through
Thy mind is sharp, thy wits are keen
None shall have thee for a fool
So much more than what you seem
You’ll never be another’s tool
Woe is he, who’s found beset
By your fearsome intellect
And to the last but less then none
The strength that burns inside your heart
Not the kind that lifts in tonnes
But what keeps you going through the dark
You’ve a strength you have not known
But to many, like me, its clearly shown
So when you next chance to brook
Through thine mirrors glassy eye
Take instead a closer look
You shall find you cannot deny
And finally you too can see
All I have come to see in thee
Golden shrine of Lord Vinayagar
Lord Vinayagar is the main diety of Sri Senpaga Vinayagar temple. Lord Vinayagar (also known as Ganesha) is among the best known and most widely worshipped Hindu dieties. Lord Vinayagar is widely revered as the Remover of Obstacles, the patron of arts and sciences, and the deva of intellect and wisdom.
He is honoured at the beginning of rituals and ceremonies.
Lord Vinayagar blesses the wandering man with wisdom to develop judgment.
(18/52 - Theme: Feathers)
Why are we our greatest obstacle? We are given intellect, creativity, and reason. We posses astounding abilities yet we still harbor fear and an unwillingness to take risks which are bred from our own insecurities. We have wings, if only we could fly.
Probably the most time I have spent working on a photo, even though this appears relatively simple.
Many thanks to my friends for their feedback on this photo!
Dear Editor—
I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, “If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.” Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?
Virginia O’Hanlon
Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
This editorial appeared in the New York Sun September 21, 1897 and it has become part of Christmas ever since.
GP and I believe....do you??
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Often the hands will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in vain. ~C.G. Jung
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Ganesha is the God of intellect and wisdom. A very traditional 10 days long Ganesha festival starts today in India. Happy Ganesha festival to all!
Please think about viewing large on black
I like the degree of clarity and uncertainty in this shot, brought about by the shallow dof - and the bokeh, of course!
Another shot of the model of diamond currently on display in the courtyard of Burlington Place, Piccadilly. The last one had the camera's white balance set to tungsten to give the blue effect.
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You. Me. and our Beginning. 💞
the Photo inspired by my D/s Journey
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Between...
Love & Romance
a strong man with a soft heart
This time I prefer...
Charm & Intellect
a soft man with a strong heart
I usually chose love & soft heart men for my D/s, except this time.
That's because we can't expect different results if we choose the same way and a will to understand and ability to understand are much different...
It is easier to create love and romance but difficult to create charm and wisdom.
" I'm like the unlucky woman who is cursed to meet never ending disappointments. can you be that person? the man who undoes the curse and completes me.."
Welcome to our family.
Goddess Saphira & Raging Rapids 💞
“Words represent your intellect. The sound, gesture and movement represent your feelings.”
- Patricia Fripp
A thousand years ago, a small group of polynesians paddled the worlds greatest ocean in search of a new land. For generations, their ancestors had expanded eastwards in the vast Pacific Ocean, guided only by the stars. A new piece of land was found. The settlers of this tiny virgin island called their new home Te Pito o te Henua, meaning "The Navel of the World". The name was seen fit as they were thinking that there can be no place more distant than this... and they were right.
Generations passed, and the inhabitants of what was to be known as Rapa Nui, built a civilization of art, capable of carving, raising and transporting hundreds of gigantic monolith statues, using nothing but their own hands and stone. A glyphic writing called roŋo-roŋo was evolved. A culture had risen, full of achievements, intellect, music and legends - against all odds - in an environment where one would least expect it. Children were well taught of their history and of who they are. Up until today, the Rapa Nui people remember their lineage back to the time when King Hotu Matu'a disembarked at the beach of Anakena lifetimes ago.
My Head said Triptych and my Heart made a Quadtych. My Reason as is often the case was of little use as Emotion had designs on a different notion. I followed Heart the chest wedge of appreciation and it was happy especially so as Head was proved wrong yet again. Dumb Brain trying to think bright solution after brilliant solution. Three became Four and they opened out ready to reflect and hopefully to soar with one extra wing into any and all skies and rise in the mind’s of any casual passers by. Unfold to to reveal what’s told nothing either new, or old, nothing charged nothing sold. Just a picture reflected and reflected on itself.
One Lily is joy and several are a pleasure. In the wondrous white flowering there was an unfocused centre ready to be composed into a Heart. The Heart was all ready fading, the bright petals were gently time spent mouldering back to soil from where they had sprouted with their moment of splendid presentation now fading into degradation. One picture repeated and repeated to release the central pulse from the Heart of Death and of Life to fulfil the flowering out of The Lily of Life not unlike the sephira of Tiphareth on The Tree of Life.
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Tiferet (Hebrew: תִּפְאֶרֶת Tip̄ʾereṯ, in pausa: תִּפְאָרֶת Tip̄ʾāreṯ, lit. 'beauty, glory, adornment')[1] alternatively Tifaret, Tiphareth, Tifereth or Tiphereth, is the sixth sefira in the kabbalistic Tree of Life. It has the common association of "Spirituality", "Balance", "Integration", "Beauty", "Miracles", and "Compassion".[2]
Description
In the Bahir it states: "Sixth is the adorned, glorious, delightful throne of glory, the house of the world to come. Its place is engraved in wisdom as it says 'God said: Let there be light, and there was light.'" [3]
Tiferet is the force that integrates the sefira of Chesed ("Kindness") and Gevurah ("Strength", also called Din, "Judgement"). These two forces are, respectively, expansive (giving) and restrictive (receiving). Either of them without the other could not manifest the flow of Divine energy; they must be balanced in perfect proportion by balancing compassion with discipline. This balance can be seen in the role of Tiferet, wherein the conflicting forces are harmonized, and creation flowers forth. Tiferet also similarly balances Netzach and Hod. In that case, Hod can be seen as the intellect whereas Netzach is seen as emotion.
Aimer à loisir,
Aimer et mourir
Au pays qui te ressemble !
Les soleils mouillés
De ces ciels brouillés
Pour mon esprit ont les charmes
Si mystérieux
De tes traîtres yeux,
Brillant à travers leurs larmes.
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.
Charles Baudelaire
Kairosclerosis. n . the moment you realize that you're currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it's little more than an aftertaste. (Definition from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows)
So this week I take most inspiration from the works of Hengki Lee, especially his out-of-focus photos and bokeh. Perfect reason to play with the boxes of Christmas lights I have laying around the house.
Also, I'm getting my visual inspirations from the words at "The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows". Then I'll put the word and the definition under the image hoping that I'm able to get my vision across.
Of course, I don't wish for you any sorrows. Enjoy the week ahead!!
Sir George Frederick Still (1868-1941) The father of British pediatrics.
England’s first professor in child medicine presented on 4th, 6th and 11th March 1902 a series of three lectures to the Royal College of Physicians in London, under the name “ Goulstonian lectures” on ‘some abnormal psychical conditions in children’, which were published later the same year in the Lancet. He described 43 children who had serious problems with sustained attention and self-regulation, who were often aggressive, defiant, resistant to discipline, excessively emotional or passionate, who showed little inhibitory volition, had serious problems with sustained attention and could not learn from the consequences of their actions; though their intellect was normal.
Every man should use his intellect, not as he uses his lamp in the study, only for his own seeing, but as the lighthouse uses its lamps, that those afar off on the seas may see the shining, and learn their way.
Henry Ward Beecher
Aegean means Pure Light ...
Santorini or Thera is an island with great history According to the researchers the human presence on the island seems to have existed since the Neolithic Period. Around 3.200 BC Santorini was inhabited by the Cretans who had a great impact on the island’s life ...
Relishing into Santorini’s seaside treasures and enjoying deep blue waters .... CU soon my Flickr friends
♥ Thanks & Gratitude for your visits my Flickr friends ♥ Thanks are the Highest form of Thought & Gratitude is Happiness ✿ڿڰۣ(̆̃̃ ღ ♥
" Bend if you can to the dark sea ...
Write if you can on your last shell the day the place the name and fling it into the sea so that it sinks ...
Let your Hands Go Travelling if you can ...
Free yourself from Unfaithful Time and Sink ...
So sinks whoever Raises the Great Stones ... " G.Seferis
* One eye Sees the other Feels ... **
Ode to Santorini
You came out of the thunder’s belly
Shuddering in the penitential clouds
Bitter stone, tested, defiant
You summoned the sun to be your first witness
To confront with you the impetuous radiance
To open out with a crusading echo in the sea
Sea-woken, defiant,
You thrust up a breast of rock
Scored with the south wind’s inspiration
For pain to engrave its guts there
For hope to engrave its guts there
With fire, lave, smoke
With words that concert the infinite
You gave birth to the voice of day
You raised,
To the green and rose porticos of vision,
The bells struck by the exalted intellect
Praising the birds in the mid-August light.
Close to the wave’s thud, to the foam’s lament,
Among the eucharists of sleep
When night wandered through the wildnerness of stars
Searching for the testimony of dawn
You experienced the joy of birth.
You were the first to leap forth into the world,
Porphyrogenite, sea-begotten,
You sent to the far horizons
Blessings nurtured in the sea’s vigils
To caress the hair of daylight’s waking hour.
Queen of the heartbeats, and wings of the Aegean,
With words that convert the infinite
With fire, lava, smoke,
You discovered the great lines of your destiny.
Now justice stands revealed before you
Black mountains sail in the brightness
Longings dig their craters
In the heart’s tormented land
And from hope’s struggle a new earth is made ready
So that on a morning full of iridescence
The race that vivifies dreams
The race that sings in the sun’s embrace
May stride forth with eagles and banners.
O daughter of the highest wrath
Sea-begotten, naked,
Open the glorious gates of man
So that health may sweeten the land
The senses may flower in a thousand colours
Their wings spread wide
So that freedom may blow from all directions.
In the wind’s proclamation flash out
The new, the eternal beauty
When the three-hour-old sun rises up
Entirely blue to play the harmonium of creation.
Odysseus Elytis