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There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect. ~Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The creation of something new is not accomplished by intellect but by the play instinct ... Carl Jung
"...Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace?
Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson.
Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs
of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to
justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose...
as artificial as the Matrix itself..."
Agent Smith, from The Matrix Revolutions
Made for 24OreCreative project
Ideally, we'd be next door at the bar. But the truth is, the boys in the band were getting ready to flee the Butte Wildfire that ravaged Amador County in September 2015. Our escape took us on a Toad's Wild Ride up the California Central Valley, eventually ending up at a band members house in Grass Valley. And not to worry, all the gear made it too, much to the dismay of the local neighbors who suffered through two nights of our raucous music making.
Arnold CA
that stop the rest of us :-)
Robert Brault
prunus mume, pink Japanese flowering apricot, 'Bonita', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, Raleigh, north carolina
Excerpt from japan-guide.com:
Chionji Temple (智恩寺) is a temple at the southern entrance of the Amanohashidate Sandbar. Part of the Rinzai School of Japanese Zen Buddhism, the temple houses one of Japan's "Three Important Statues of Monju Bosatsu", the Buddhist god of wisdom and intellect. As such, students and other visitors come to the temple to pray for both wisdom and academic and personal success. They purchase special fortunes (omikuji) shaped like folding fans, which many people leave hanging from pine trees all around the temple grounds.
Other important structures around the temple are a large entrance gate and a two-story tahoto style pagoda, which was built in the 1500s and is the oldest structure on the temple grounds. Chionji is also the site of the tomb of Izumi Shikibu, a famous female poet from the Heian Period (710-1185).
SICUN
Intelletto
Discernimento
"Sono il dono del Creatore all'umanità.
Separo il sentiero dell'Uomo da tutti gli altri sentieri presenti nella creazione.
Come tutti i regali, devo essere ricevuto con gratitudine e utilizzato con saggezza.
Grazie al mio operato, un essere umano si trasforma da cieco seguace di leggi ignote a persona in grado di prendere decisioni.
Ciò richiede il riconoscimento di un'ampia gamma di stimoli a livello sia conscio che inconscio.
Ciò richiede responsabilità delle proprie azioni.
Io sono colui che permette questo processo, che facilita l'integrazione di mente e Spirito.
Sono io che ti rendo capace di valutare e scegliere.
utilizzami come è stato previsto - con compassione."
SICUN
Intellect
Discernment
"I am the Creator's gift to humanity.
I separate the path of Man from all other paths present in creation.
Like all gifts, they must be received with gratitude and used wisely.
Thanks to my work, a human being is transformed from a blind follower of unknown laws to a person capable of making decisions.
This requires recognition of a wide range of stimuli at both a conscious and unconscious level.
This requires accountability for one's actions.
I am the one who enables this process, who facilitates the integration of mind and Spirit.
I am the one who makes you capable of evaluating and choosing.
use me as it was intended - with compassion."
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Recollection that the true theologian is one who prays undermines confidence in oneself and reliance on one’s own thoughts and conclusions.
-Thinking Orthodox: Understanding and Acquiring the Orthodox Christian Mind Copyright ©2020 Eugenia Scarvelis Constantinou
“I would even venture to affirm that every thought capable of forming an impression in the intellect is nothing other than an elementary outline, pointing to realities that are beyond it.”
-Maximos the Confessor, Ambiguum 21, On Difficulties in the Church Fathers: The Ambigua (2 vols.), Nicholas Constas, ed. and trans., Dumbarton Oaks Medieval Library, vols. 28 and 29 (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 2014), 1:425.
This is the sarcophagus of the vizier Gemenefherbak, XXVI Sais dynasty (664-525 a.C), sculpted in basalt.
On the chest a great winged scarab is engraved, a symbol of rebirth and regeneration - to better understand the composition of these decorations, one should consider that the ancient Egyptians located in the heart the seat of intellect. Below there are two columns of funeral offerings.
I find very striking the harmonious simplicity of this sarcophage and the essential graphic quality of the decorations and of the face, the metallic look of basalt greatly contributing to the general effect.
I have tried again to denoise, but with unsatisfactory results... However, I have found very useful The Gimp's wavelet decompose filter, which allowed me to filter out some of the noise in a better way; I have also successfully experimented with bilateral smoothing of the residual scale :-)
....Sun and moon Chase wants to hug...
...Sun and moon of course want to let go of longing...
...Sun and moon will always chase....
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Myth of the Solar Eclipse, 'Defeat of God' to Death of the King
From the past, there have been two things that were felt by traditional civilization people when they looked up at the sky; have a very deep respect and fear.
These feelings are deepening, especially when there are amazing celestial phenomena such as a total solar eclipse. They connect the event with a curse, a sign, a potential disaster, to the end of the world.
Imagine an ancient civilization that did not understand natural science and science competently, faced with events such as a solar eclipse, when suddenly the sun stopped looking, covered with the Moon, and then the Earth darkened.
Ancient Chinese society, for example, responds to eclipses with crowds gathered, boisterous activities beating drums, shouting, and making noise. The goal, to drive away the giant dragon which was considered by the people of that period was devouring the Sun.
In China, people believe that a sky dragon flooded the river with blood and swallowed it. Until the 19th century, Chinese people used to ring firecrackers to frighten the dragon
"In ancient times, every culture had regarded the Sun as a divine symbol or divine representation. This assumption arose because at that time something unreachable like heaven was a representation of God," explained Bradley Schaefer, professor of astronomy at Louisiana State University, as quoted from CNN, Thursday (08/10/2017).
"So, when a phenomenon such as a solar eclipse occurs, people at that time would regard it as 'the death of God', and that is not a good sign," he added.
Such ancient superstition can be traced to 2,300 - 1,800 BC, as stated in the artifacts of Mesopotamian civilization. In the ancient documents it was explained that a solar eclipse could be a sign of death for the ruling king.
In its time, the myth was believed not only by Mesopotamian people, but also by all civilizations in the Mediterranean. And, for a society dominated by the royal system, superstition is as if a sign of perishing.
To avoid fate as predicted, usually, the kings at that time pretended to abandon their power, pulling away from the boisterous nobility to the countryside to disguise themselves as 'farmers'. The action was carried out to avoid the pursuit of death as predicted.
In order to fill the vacancy of the king's role and seat, it was forced by a criminal to pretend to occupy the throne. The hope, he was able to become a false target for the 'death' who came after the king when the solar eclipse arrived.
After the solar eclipse passed, 'the farmer' then returned to being the number one kingdom. And the criminal is then slaughtered on the orders of 'the farmer', in order to fulfill the forecast.
And the tradition is done repeatedly, adjusted for the appearance of a solar eclipse. Uniquely, in the document dated 1,850 BC, the real king really died during the eclipse, and the criminal who succeeded him rose to power.
Meanwhile, in the land of Java the myth circulated that the Giant Betara Kala or Rahu swallowed the sun because of its revenge on the Surya (sun), causing an eclipse.
The fact that the size of the efforts of the ancient civilizations to 'respond' to the emergence of solar eclipses shows their extreme fear of the phenomenon.
But over time, the fear slowly faded. Humans are no longer avoiding, but very much hope for the appearance of a solar eclipse.
As happened in Indonesia in 2016. Instead of closing the door tightly and hiding inside the house, the Nusantara community crowded out to watch the solar eclipse, to admire the natural wonders of the Creator's work.
Then in what period did the fear of rare phenomena fade away?
"The fear is lost as human intellect grows," Bradley Schaefer said.
In the 5th century BC, the ancient Greek philosopher Anaxagoras made a reflection to understand deeply the phenomenon of solar eclipses.
The contemplation is not based on theological belief perspective, nor does it regard the Sun as the image of God. Anaxagoras reflects on the philosophy of solar eclipses by using the perspectives of traditional physics and natural sciences.
Then, he managed to reach a conclusion that until now has become a scientific fundamental to understand eclipses, that phenomenon was caused when the Moon was between the Sun and Earth, blocking the sun's light from going to Blue Planet .
The idea was later disseminated by Anaxagoras throughout Greece. However, like other philosophers at that time, the thought - the real scientific one - was countered by religious institutions, which were then in power.
As a result, the idea of Anaxagoras was countered by the citizens of Athens, and the philosopher became persona non grata. He was exiled from the blood spill for the rest of his life.
In fact, if the idea of Anaxagoras was accepted by Greek society as a scientific truth and shifted the myths of belief that existed, the Athenians did not need to defeat in the Peloponnesian War in 413 BC.
During the Peloponnesian War, the Athenian army led by Nicias was very close to seizing Syracuse in Sicily before a solar eclipse occurred. Afraid of prophecies, superstitions, and negative myths of eclipses, Greek forces were forced to withdraw and cancel attacks.
Seeing this, the Syracuse army exploited the momentum by storming the Greek army which was moving backwards. The result was very ironic, Athens lost a landslide, 200 ships were destroyed and 29,000 soldiers were killed or captured.
That defeat can be avoided if Athena continues to attack Syracuse. However, the fear of destruction as prophesied by the solar eclipse, in fact, actually caused defeat for Greece.
However, 30 years later post-defeat in 413 BC, superstitions about solar eclipses slowly faded and were no longer believed by the Athenians. At the time of attacking Syracuse for the second time, a solar eclipse reappeared, but the Greek army never retreated.
The deeper the understanding of the Greeks of the solar eclipse, not only made their mystical superstitions fade, but also enriched their knowledge to predict the arrival of these rare phenomena.
And the experience and knowledge of the Greeks will eclipse the sun, spread widely throughout civilization in Eurasia. With the exception of China which has philosophical principles and solar eclipse prediction methods that are different from European culture.
Although the understanding of the phenomenon is getting deeper, however, myths and fears of a solar eclipse persist, until the 1900s.
In the United States, in the 1920s when a solar eclipse appeared, a number of photos showed some residents who seemed reluctant, unwilling, and anxious to look up at the sky when a solar eclipse occurred. Some use glasses or other visual aids.
"But everything changed in the 1970s, when a solar eclipse was seen on the East Coast. Since then, the phenomenon has been celebrated and targeted by eclipse hunters," Schaefer explained.
from: Rizki Akbar Hasan. www.liputan6.com
Yellow: Freshness, positivity, happiness, clarity, energy, optimism, enlightenment, remembrance, intellect, honor, loyalty and joy.
Mosaic floor with the famous Liverbird motif and school motto `Ut olim ingenii necnon virtutis cultores’ (Not only the Intellect but also the Character.)
Leisure and Productivity - A Day in a Life
It's time for a change: workplaces need to weave leisure into the fabric of the workday.
Incorporating leisure isn't a luxury; it's a strategy to rejuvenate our minds and spark creativity.
Say goodbye to stress and hello to peak performance through leisure activities at work.
Leisure shouldn't wait for the day's end; it's a vital piece of the productivity puzzle.
When work includes leisure, satisfaction soars and engagement deepens.
We are more than our output; we deserve a work-life balance celebrating our humanity.
Imagine a workplace where leisure and labour dance in harmony, enhancing our intellect."
Shift the focus: It's not just about being productive but about feeling fulfilled.
An enriched workday awaits when we blend leisure seamlessly into our tasks.
Let's champion a workplace revolution where leisure and work unite for a richer life experience.
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Contemporary Positional Video Art and Socio-Fictional Writings
It is about being creative and innovative with knowledge
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Angine de Poitrine - Sarniezz (Live on KEXP)
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Angine de Poitrine - Sherpa (chiptune / commodore 64 cover - SID6581)
après la rhinocérisation, le monde souffre d'angine de poitrine dadaïste
C'est le diagnostic parfait pour un monde qui a troqué sa raison contre des cornes.Après la métamorphose collective d'Ionesco, il est logique que le cœur de la société subisse un infarctus du sens. L'angine de poitrine dadaïste, c'est ce spasme où le langage ne sert plus à communiquer, mais à éructer des onomatopées pour masquer la douleur de l'absurde. On ne meurt pas de maladie, on meurt d'une accumulation de slogans et de bruits de sabots.Dans ce chaos, le seul remède est sans doute une prescription de poésie automatique appliquée directement sur la cage thoracique.
after rhinocerization the world has dadaist chest pains [pectoral angina] [angine de poitrine]
The phrase "after rhinocerization the world has dadaist chest pains" connects Eugène Ionesco’s absurdist play Rhinoceros—a metaphor for the rise of totalitarian ideologies and mass conformity (rhinoceritis)—with the chaotic, anti-rational response of the Dada movement to societal crises.Rhinocerization (Rhinoceritis): In Ionesco's Rhinoceros, citizens, one by one, succumb to a disease that transforms them into rhinoceroses, symbolizing the abandonment of humanistic values, individuality, and intellect in favor of violent conformity.Dadaist Chest Pains: This likely refers to the mental anguish, existential anxiety, and absurd, non-rational reactions that arise in the few remaining humans (like the protagonist Bérenger) who resist this total transformation. The "Dadaist" aspect suggests a fractured, irrational, and disjointed emotional response (like the Dada movement's own rejection of logic).
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Ionesco's Rhinoceros premieres at the Odeon
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Ionesco On the Theatre of the Absurd
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Ionesco discusses Sartre
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Rhinoceros | An Antifascist Play
Eugène Ionesco
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Rhinoceros (play)
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photo:
limestone detail on radiator cover
part of intervention by Carlo Scarpa
in Palazzo Querini Stampalia
Fondazione Querini Stampalia
Querini Stampalia Foundation
1961–1963
intervention in Palazzo Querini Stampalia,
sestiere Castello, Venice, Veneto, Italy
Fondazione Querini Stampalia
fondoambiente.it/luoghi/fondazione-querini-stampalia
Carlo Scarpa
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Auschwitz is outside of us, but it is all around us, in the air. The plague has died away, but the infection still lingers and it would be foolish to deny it. Rejection of human solidarity, obtuse and cynical indifference to the suffering of others, abdication of the intellect and of moral sense to the principle of authority, and above all, at the root of everything, a sweeping tide of cowardice, a colossal cowardice which masks itself as warring virtue, love of country and faith in an idea.
Primo Levi, If This Is a Man / The Truce
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Welcome the infamous pirate, Captain Kalmar and his small but loyal crew! L to R:
1. Lobster, an old sea dog skilled is all manner of swordplay and keelhaul. Often drifts into the fishermen's nets deliberately - just to burst out and wreak havoc once pulled up on deck
2. Bony the deckswab is in charge of more than his broom. Being the chief entertainer he knows many a dance and is in fact his own musical instrument.
3. Captain Kalmar, the notorious pirate, the master of both the seas and the underseas. Is rumoured to summon his brethren from the depths to aid him in plundering and scuttling ships.
4. Jack the weredog, Captain's right hand (or is that tentacle?) - not much in the way of intellect but gets the job done. Claims to have a lucky hair growing somewhere, though its precise location seems to differ with the moon phase.
5. Mermaid Eeriel has never succeeded in captivating a sailor with her song, be it for her screeching voice or her looks. One day, however, her wish to walk the land on two feet was granted - yet the society turned away once more. She has now sworn to seek revenge on all humans.
Get ready to plunder!!
"Then the soul, freed from vice, purged by studies of true philosophy, versed in spiritual life, and practised in matters of the intellect, devoted to the contemplation of her own substance, as if awakened from deepest sleep, opens those eyes which all possess but few use, and sees in herself a ray of that light which is the true image of the angelic beauty communicated to her, and of which she then communicates a faint shadow to the body."
Baldassare Castiglione, The Book of the Courtier
"Forests are made of darkness and light entwined.”
F.T. McKinstry
"Have trembled beneath the pressure of a light beam."
Jay Woodman
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Trying out each of the 3 starters although I already know I want to go Nomad and have him go as full out melee.
Corporate, if I play, is all intellect and tech.
While Haudenosaunee men were away fighting alongside the British during the War of 1812, the women maintained the families, communities and culture. These four prints were taken from large woodcuts that were made into sculptural platforms on which visitors could lie back and “rest with warriors.” The women in the prints are surrounded by culturally significant symbols. As Niro writes: “The women had to remain level-headed. . . Intellect, emotion, spirit and strength were four characteristics needed in these times of challenge.”
Name: Shawn Mansfield (Human)
Z'chazak (Spirit)
Powers: Shawn: Above average agility, stamina, and knowledge of mystical artifacts
Z'chazak: Near-immortality, magic, extreme cunning, intellect, willpower and influence.
Weaknesses: Shawn: You name it. He is human, after all XD
Z'chazak: Overconfidence, powerless without a human form, bound to the mask bearing his name. Destroying it will destroy his spirit.
Origin: Shawn Mansfield was a well-respected archeologist. One day, while exploring an ancient South American temple, he stumbled upon a room containing strange paintings on the walls and an ornate mask resting on a pedestal. As he picked the mask up, he was filled with an uncontrollable desire to put it on. Doing so, Shawn was overwhelmed with power and blacked out. Upon waking, Mansfield discovered he was no longer in control of his actions. The mask had granted him immense magical power, but it also took away his free will. From what Shawn could gather, he had inadvertently freed the jungle spirit Z'chazak, an ancient evil imprisoned for the last 500 years. Now that Z'chazak is free, it is only a matter of time before he takes revenge on the human race for imprisoning him.
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Stupidità
tu sei giullare
di mediocrità
Dedicato agli sciocchi
Dedicato agli inetti
Dedicato a chi vive
di mafioso silenzio omertoso
Dedicato ai vili
che hanno paura di parlare
Dedicato a chi non sa guardare
A chi vede e fa finta di niente
A chi ha una vita banale
che non sa di niente
Dedicato a chi si crede un Dio
e invece ha solo uno stolto piccolo Io
Dedicato a chi pensa d’essere la più bella del reame
e invece è solo ordinario ciarpame
Dedicato a chi non ha cultura
a chi non ha intelletto
e quest’ultimo
è un irreversibile difetto
Dedicato alla stupidità
Elogio degli inetti
inutili insetti
Elogio degli sciocchi
fastidiosi pidocchi
Dedicato a chi non leggerà
perché essendo uno stupido
non capirà
Elogio della stupidità
tu sei giullare alla mia corte
e io oggi
ti condanno a morte
Senza appello e senza difesa
perché chi non ha neuroni
ma larve nel cervello
deve perire con lama di coltello
affilata ghigliottina
Tu
stupido sciocco
non sei degno
neppure
di una sola sillaba
della mia parlantina
E adesso
ritorna
nella tua latrina
In praise of stupidity
Stupidity
you are fool
of mediocrity
Dedicated to the silly
Dedicated to the inept
Dedicated to those who live
of Mafioso conspiratorial silence
Dedicated to the base
who are afraid to speak
Dedicated to those who can not watch
Who sees and pretends not to notice
Who has a life of trivial
that it does not know anything
Dedicated to those who believe themselves to a God
and instead they only have a small fool Ego
Dedicated to those who think to be the fairest of them all
and instead they are just ordinary trash
Dedicated to those who have no culture
to those who have no intellect
and the latter
is a fatal defect
Dedicated to stupidity
Praise of inept
useless insects
In praise of fools
pesky lice
Dedicated to those who will not read
because being a fool
not understand
In praise of stupidity
You're jester in my court
and today
I condemn you to death
Without appeal and without defense
Because who has no neurons
but larvae in the brain
must perish with knife
Sharp Knife
You
stupid fool
are not worthy
even
of a single syllable
of my gab
And now
you back
in your latrine
[Katia Celestini]
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Vietato l'uso e la riproduzione senza la mia autorizzazione. Tutti i diritti riservati.
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Forbidden to use or reproduce without my permission. All rights reserved.
"Horses’ skulls used to be stashed
Under dance boards long ago:
They enticed echoes from a heel
And helped the sound ring whole.
A sobering thought, my love,
Those heads underfoot:
I drove them from my mind,
And strove to keep you near."
© 2010, Aifric Mac Aodha
From: Gabháil Syrinx
Publisher: An Sagart, Dublin, 2010
ISBN: 9781903896631
© Translation: 2010, Aifric Mac Aodha
Publisher: First published on PIW, 2011
"Aifric Mac Aodha was born in Dublin in 1979. Her first collection, Gabháil Syrinx (The Capture of Syrinx) was edited by Pádraig Ó Fiannachta and published by An Sagart in 2010. She is the Irish-language poetry editor of Comhar and The Stinging Fly. At University College, Dublin, she studied Old Irish and Modern Irish. Her profound knowledge of the Gaelic tradition, as well as Greek mythology, has produced many erudite poems, which is not to say that these poems appeal solely to the intellect. Striking imagery and deceptively simple language bypass the intellect and provoke a lingering emotional response. These emotive evocations can be felt in the dreamlike sequence of ‘Turas na mBolcán’ (Journey of the Volcanoes)."
"Words represent your intellect. The sound, gesture and movement represent your feelings."
Patricia Fripp
I think that the leaf of a tree, the meanest insect on which we trample, are in themselves arguments more conclusive than any which can be adduced that some vast intellect animates Infinity.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Left-Right
-Richard Fisk aka "Blood Rose"
Skilled martial artist, high-level intellect. Carries a hand gun and a variety of mini grenades
-Silvio Manfredi aka "Silvermane"
Prominent figure in the Maggia, a crime organization syndicate of the Mafia. Silvermane's brain, vital organs, and head were transplanted into a cyborg body, increasing his physical abilities and giving him superhuman strength and senses. However, Silvermane's organic body parts are those of a frail 80-year-old man, and hence quite vulnerable.
-Stanley Carter aka "Sin-Eater"
Wields a heavy assortment of guns, bombs, knives, and rocket launchers, and wore a bulletproof costume
(There's different versions of this guy. 3 to be exact. I'll do them all once I get the parts. I just threw this dude together quick because I was in a rush this morning)
Raccoo' — Solitary American Wigeon (Anas americana) drake, east side (inside the path) of Thomson Marsh, Kelowna, BC. Late afternoon.
Besides the head colour-pattern and the extra white on the wings, this fella is what some might call a real 'blockhead', and that's not a comment on his intellect....
Eclectus are remarkable birds and ideally suited as a pet. When taught properly, they are capable of cognitive behaviour from a very young age.
The ability of the Eclectus to communicate with humans is a result of their extremely inquisitive nature, a feature strongly linked to their life in the rainforest canopy. This habitat is a rich environment requiring a heightened visual and audible intellect to master.
L’hiver se prolonge, alors on cherche tous à se distraire a chaud dans la maison. C’est bien le cas de la maîtresse de mon petit Manoir Tudor. Elle y arrive entre autres en faisant de la peinture dans son cabinet de travail et de musique. Cette charmante petite pièce regroupe plusieurs instruments de musique, une bibliothèque, un globe terrestre, un secrétaire à l’ancienne et quelques plantes vertes, enfin tout pour stimuler l’intellect! Une boîte de roses rouges arrivée la journée même complète le tableau!
Pour voir l’ensemble de la maison et de ma collection de miniatures, visitez mon album « Mon petit manoir Tudor » : www.flickr.com/photos/jdeslandes/albums/72157719866719476
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Winter lingers, so we're all looking for ways to keep ourselves warm indoors. This is certainly true of the mistress of my little Tudor Manor. She manages this, among other things, by painting in her study and music room. This charming little room brings together several musical instruments, a library, a globe, an old secretary and some green plants, everything to stimulate the intellect! A box of red roses arriving the same day completes the picture!
To see all the house and the rest of my miniatures collection, visit my album “My little Tudor Manor”: www.flickr.com/photos/jdeslandes/albums/72157719866719476
This is our squirrel, Nutsy. Nutsy is extremely intelligent, and has so far thwarted all attempts to persuade him to live elsewhere. So we have decided to adopt him, and when he's a little older maybe send him to college so he can channel his superior intellect into some kind of productive enterprise. Possibly engineering, as he is a natural problem solver. Nutsy does have some cognitive deficits, however, which he will need to address. He thinks that if he can't see us, then we can't see him. Wrong, Nutsy. Wrong.
This is pretty much all that remains of the one-man protest against self-awareness and intellect. Sadly, this is pretty much where we are in my country now.
www.syracuse.com/crime/2021/10/man-behind-racist-vulgar-a...
For the day, when America, will be a nation of intellect and compassion.
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This is a dedication and thank you to Venicio Armin
Thank you, my friend, Venicio
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Best Movie songs of all time – for you Venicio
There is no greater gift in life than the gift of Love. Love comes in many forms to us. Love in its purest form, free of attachment to any outcome. Just a genuine desire to enhance other’s lives and to give of oneself in a selfless way. It can come to us in the Gift of Friendship.
I have always known that love transcends time and space and that no matter where we are in this vast universe, energy can be felt across the cosmos from those that we encounter. Every now and then such an intense exchange of energy takes place between two souls, it is powerful beyond words. At these times I am always in awe of the magnificence of this world and of people’s hearts and minds. To be able to sense and feel another person whom you have never met or seen is quite remarkable to experience.
This is dedicated to my dearest friend Venicio who continues to touch my soul to the depths of my core. I lose count how many times when I open mail or read his posts when my mind is not opened in ways that provoke all kinds of imaginings. His poetic ability to piece together the written word in such a way that it is like a magnificent orchestra that plays the most beautiful of harmonies that my heart cannot help but sing to.
That first spark of emotion that brings me to tears is a beautiful experience, I take in the beauty savouring my tears against my flesh as they roll down my face. My heart fills with overwhelming gratitude and love at these times. Venicio has the ability to evoke such deep emotions within me on a regular basis. Venicio, you bring a light and joy into my life that no one has done for me in such a very long time.
How does a person continue to provoke such emotion in another? Venicio does this time and time again and I am so truly blessed and honoured that he takes time to mail me directly in personal emails. These emails have become such a treasured chest of the greatest wealth that no amount of money can buy.
How blessed that I am on the receiving end of this man’s talent and beauty and receive the gift of his friendship in such profound ways. I am truly honoured and so very grateful for the gift of friendship from this amazing soul whom I have come to love deeply through our written words to one another. Our sharing of private messages has been and is a great blessing in my life. The sharing of words is not of any kind of romantic nature, it is simply two souls in an exchange of heart, soul and minds merging with one another. It is truly the most magnificent experience with Venicio.
Venicio continues to open a whole new world of vocabulary that never ceases to amaze me since English is not his first language. I find myself regularly having to google the meaning of a word or google a phrase or an event that I have never heard of before that he might reference.
His vast mind, intelligence and knowledge is like an encyclopedia. I am truly just a humble woman and lack the intellectual skills and often fail miserably in my attempts to respond to such greatness. Beyond this incredible intellect of Venicio – is a man of true depth of heart and soul. A beautiful soul who reached out to me privately some years ago now with profound words that touched me deeply – he continues to do this over the years.
It is such a rare gift to find in a soul on this planet, that unique combination of talent – his talent in all honesty is that of Brilliance! this alone is such a rarity to find in a person but his ability to open his heart, share so much with me and he comes from that deep core – that place that only a person who has known great suffering can speak from. He speaks with compassion, integrity, and honesty, he is raw in his emotions, and this is a rare quality in any individual.
I am in constant awe and gratitude to you Venicio – words regularly fail me when it comes to responding to you. A brilliant mind, a remarkable man and I want you to know that I love you from the depths of my core and thank you for all that you bring to my life. My life is truly richer because of you, you bring the ‘sound of music’ to my life through your written words like no other has ever had the ability to do.
This poem is still today one of the most beautiful poems to me, – I gained permission from the author many years ago to use this poem where needed (without gain or profit).
Venicio – stand with me on the edge and let’s shout at the silvery moon – we have both stood on the edge and shouted to that silvery moon and we have not run or hidden from our pain – instead embraced it and slap it in the face and fight to climb that mountain once more.
“The Invitation” by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure
of being alive!
It doesn’t interest me what “planets are squaring your moon”.
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals -- or, have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to “hide it” or
“Fade it” or “fix it”.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and
let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes! -- without cautioning us to “be
careful”, “be realistic”, or to “remember the limitations of being human”.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another -- to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful, and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can
source your life from God’s presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours, and mine, and still stand on the edge of a
lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the
bone -- and do what needs to be done -- for the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you are or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me -- and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or “with whom you have studied”.
I want to know what sustains you -- from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep -
- in the empty moments.
You have done just that Venicio - sat with me in my vulnerability, when I have been naked and raw in my emotions and not shivered away or tried to fix or save me.
We have my friend stood naked in the sense of removing all masks and veils of concealment with one another. That is such a rare gift between two souls. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all that you are and all that you bring to my life.
I wonder sometimes how God blessed me the day you came into my life. Bless You Venicio ♥
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Emoticons [40/365] - “Control your emotion or it will control you”
"Your intellect may be confused, but your emotions will never lie to you.” Roger Ebert
I am feeling quite amazing. Everything seems to be coming together quite nicely. Crazy how life can change for the good in a split second.
Today's photo is based on Emoticons found in messengers or anywhere on the internet for that matter. Those little faces that express the way we feel, so people may see it instead of read it. So I did my take on emoticons used in real life. Today I certainly chose the happy one. Why? Well because I am happy of course, lol.
This was quite fun to shoot, trying to get all the expressions right. If A.S. was here I would certainly be using the emoticon in front of my face, hehe... ♥
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Artistic installation showing a priest with a clown nose, criticizing the social events of the moment. Already there are voices in the world, affirming the multipolarity of art, intellect-not just as entertainment, but as a reflection of society.
To view the complete work, visit my website at www.javierfigueredo.com
Pawns.
Rettferdig sammenstilling avkledde spørsmål som overbevisende krefter farlig forvirrende ansettelsesunderholdning,
поиск убеждений исследования знания отсутствующие мыслительные результаты обыскивание палат секретные помещения нечетные адмиралы,
déposés travaux forcés dessins ingénieux inapplicable école guesser années raisonnement analyse précis intellect simpletons demande,
استدالات الأحاديث الخاصة الوثنية الأمثلة الضخمة حقائق عامة زراعة زراعي المبالغة في المبالغة,
scoperte rubate comode azioni penzolanti limiti energetici limiti sagaci muovendo sproporzioni divisioni spinte sprezzanti,
περίπλοκες αρχές μυστηριώδη προβλήματα αμηχανία μεταφυσική προσοχή άκρες εξέταση εγγράφων συμπεράσματα υπερβολικά,
狂ったアイデアを神経質に感じることはありませんか狂気の狂った狂気のひどい拷問された物語は、詳細を派生させます狂った狂気の狂気のひどい拷問された物語は大事にされた.
Steve.D.Hammond.
These, of course, are the seed heads, or pods, of poppies, splendid things in their own right and here flourishing in one of two old rowing boats put to use as raised flower beds in Gordon Gardens, Gravesend.
They may also be the physical manifestations of intellects of incalculable wisdom who, if we would only take the time to ask them, could tell us where we are going so horribly wrong. We will never know.
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Date: July 2009
Medium: Digital Photography Montage
Dimensions: w 24” x h 24” (Larger and Smaller Sizes Available)
© 2009 Tony DeVarco
"Claritas, 'radiance' or 'spendor' is the unique and present essence of the thing itself. It is both the pleasure and truth of each aspect and the universal qualities in the whole – its brilliance and luminosity. Claritas is the quality that allows beauty to illuminate its beholder, where intellect and intuition converge in its encounter".
Bonnie DeVarco, "Aesthetics of the Connective Mind."
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