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I have a problem for every solution :-)
Robert Zend
HBW!!
acer, dwarf Japanese maple, 'Kamagata', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, Raleigh, north carolina
... met my friend Pete at Furillen 😊
See Pete's version
Listen: tidal wave - Gloomy Tunes (Tom Misch & Yussef Dayes Cover)
The Greek philosopher Metrodorus.
In the background can be seen the bust of Polemon (Πολέμων), a master of rhetoric, favored by several Roman Emperors.
National Archaeological Museum of Athens. Athens, Greece.
Parian marble. Found in Athens. Metrodorus of Lampsacus in Asia Minor (c. 331 – 278 B.C.) was a pupil and friend of the philosopher Epicurus. The bust is a copy dating from the period of Hadrian (A.D. 117-138) of a Hellenistic original dated probably 280-250 B.C.
Metrodorus of Lampsacus (Μητρόδωρος ο Λαμψακηνός) was one of the four καθηγεμόνες (‘founders’) of Epicureanism, and the most important after Epicurus; Epicurus dedicated to him his Eurylochus and his Metrodorus, besides writing letters to him and mentioning him often in his works. Philodemus, a Greek poet and Epicurean philosopher who did much to spread Epicureanism to Rome, cites Metrodorus as the author of the view that Cynic poverty was to be rejected in favour of a more affluent way of life, although wealth in no way contributes to happiness.
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“It’s not necessary to try to save Greece or to get from her crowns of wisdom; what is needed is to eat and to drink, Timocrates, without harming the belly while we bring it joy”. – Metrodorus’ Epistle to Timocrates.
“As you grow old you are such as I urge you to be, and you have recognized the difference between studying philosophy for yourself and studying it for Greece. I rejoice with you”. – Vatican Saying 76
“Besides, they would not buy for a penny the lot of all the virtues (if they’re) cut off from pleasure”. – Metrodorus’ Epistle to Timocrates.
David Hume, Scottish Philosopher A very interesting story behind this... being situated outside the High Court barristers (and criminals) as well as Philosophy students from the University are said to rub his toe for luck, a bit of a joke against David Hume as he only believed in reality and not superstition...! Here is a bit about it. www.atlasobscura.com/places/david-humes-statue
We have been and about today looking for suitable Oilseed Rape subject matters and the tower seemed a good place to start.
The folly was built in around 1700, by the 3rd Earl of Shaftesbury who was a noted philosopher. It is thought that he did a lot of his philosophising in this tower, and from this suggestion it has become known as the Philosopher's Tower. We also visited a nearby barn which seems to have become a celebrity on Flickr as I have seen quite a few shots of it after doing a Flickr search and at least one of my contacts photographed it today too!
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Un soir, en allant m'occuper du Monsieur Chat de mon meilleur ami (en attendant son retour donc), le ciel se pare de nombreuses et somptueuses couleurs : des rouges, des oranges, des jaunes, des bleus, des roses... et des violets !
En passant du côté du Lycée Alain, le moment me semble particulièrement adapté à une photo, en passant (justement)...
La circulation aura le bon goût de n'être pas trop envahissante malgré l'heure de pointe qui se termine et cet axe qui est assez passant...
my sister's dog, Lula , seems to be contemplating the mysteries of the universe......or maybe she is just wondering why dinner is late :-)))))
happy TGIF :-)
“A philosopher once asked, "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?"
Pointless, really...
"Do the stars gaze back?" Now, that's a question.”
He's dozed off again, but I kiss him awake..
Perched on a wooden rail with its tail curled like a question mark, this squirrel stares into the middle distance, pondering life’s deepest mysteries:
- Where did I bury that acorn?
- Why do humans wear pants?
- Is the fence real, or just a metaphor?
Captured in glorious detail, this furry existentialist radiates the energy of someone who’s about to start a podcast called “Nuts & Thoughts.” The background blurs, the fur pops, and the vibe?
Pure woodland wisdom meets backyard drama.
Some say it’s waiting for a snack. Others believe it’s silently judging your camera settings. But one thing’s for sure, this squirrel didn’t come to play. It came to reflect, reject, and possibly redirect your entire life path.
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*everything flows*...in the Verzasca near Lavertezzo/Ticino.
The Greek philosopher Heraclitus obviously meant something different: "nothing is as constant as change". Change is the only constant in the universe and you can never step into the same river twice.
However, if nothing comes up, I will "step into" the Verzasca again to take photos, let's see what happens-;).
*alles fließt*...in der Verzasca bei Lavertezzo/Tessin.
Der griechische Philosoph Heraklit hat natürlich was anderes damit gemeint: "nichts ist so beständig wie der Wandel". Die Veränderung sei die einzige Konstante im Universum und dass man niemals zweimal in denselben Fluß steigen könne.
Ich werde allerdings wenn nichts dazwischen kommt, erneut in die Verzasca zum fotografieren "steigen", mal sehen, was dabei heraus kommt-;).
Back from our wonderful visit to Tasmania's west coast wilderness, southern Tarkine and Corinna rain forest.
* By NOMAD @ C88
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_ Taken ? In progress .... ; ]
Explored highest position: 44 on Tuesday, September 29, 2020
"Antes que el sueño (o el terror) tejiera
mitologías y cosmogonías,
antes que el tiempo se acuñara en días,
el mar, el siempre mar, ya estaba y era
¿Quién es el mar? ¿Quién es aquel violento
y antiguo ser que roe los pilares
de la tierra y es uno y muchos mares
y abismo y resplandor y azar y viento?
Quien lo mira lo ve por vez primera,
siempre. Con el asombro que las cosas
elementales dejan, las hermosas
tardes, la luna, el fuego de una hoguera.
¿Quién es el mar, quién soy? Lo sabré el día
ulterior que sucede a la agonía."
Jorge Luis Borges
(English translation from rationalleycat.blogspot.com/2010/03/el-mar-traducido-por-...)
Before the dream (or the terror) could weave
Mythologies and cosmogonies,
Before the time could mint itself into days,
The sea, the always sea, it had been and it was.
Who is the sea? Who is that violent
Antique being that gnaws at the pillars
Of the earth and is one and many of the seas
And abyss and splendor and chance and wind?
Who looks on it sees it for the first time.
Always. With that wonder which all things
Elementary leave behind, the beauty
In evenings, the moon, flame of the bonfire.
Who is the sea, who am I? I will know it
In the days to come that follow the agony.
Jorge Francisco Isidoro Luis Borges Acevedo (24 August 1899 – 14 June 1986) was an Argentine short-story writer, essayist, poet and translator, and a key figure in Spanish-language and universal literature. His best-known books, Ficciones (Fictions) and El Aleph (The Aleph), published in the 1940s, are compilations of short stories interconnected by common themes, including dreams, labyrinths, philosophers, libraries, mirrors, fictional writers, and mythology.[3] Borges' works have contributed to philosophical literature and the fantasy genre, and have been considered by some critics to mark the beginning of the magic realist movement in 20th century Latin American literature.[4] His late poems converse with such cultural figures as Spinoza, Camões, and Virgil.
Jorge Francisco Isidoro Luis Borges Acevedo; 24 August 1899 – 14 June 1986) was an Argentine short-story writer, essayist, poet and translator, and a key figure in Spanish-language and universal literature. Borges' works have contributed to philosophical literature and the fantasy genre, and have been considered by some critics to mark the beginning of the magic realist movement in 20th century Latin American literature. His late poems converse with such cultural figures as Spinoza, Camões, and Virgil. (from Wikipedia)
Happy Monochrome Monday, everyone!
Paper, gouache,watercolors , 2003
This painting is one of the series "Their secret ..."
The series "Their secret ...", is dedicated to the flowers,
their soul ...
Specifically, this picture is my impression from looking at one of Orchids
nataliantonovich.com/painting/ln/eng/d0/series/d1/9e52d36...
Poised on the rocks like it’s pondering the mysteries of the universe—or just wondering where all the fish went—this heron stares into the water with the intensity of a bird deep in thought. Its bluish-gray feathers ripple in the breeze, adding dramatic flair to an already theatrical pose. The little plant beside it? Probably its life coach. The ripples? Just nature’s way of saying, “You’re doing great, sweetie.” This full-color photo captures the quiet comedy of a bird who’s clearly overthinking everything.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections—though this one might be just for those who appreciate feathered introspection.
Stein der Weisen
Diesen, von Schattenlinien verzauberten Stein, sah ich in Twyfelfontein, eine der bedeutendsten Fundstätten von Felsgravuren.
and that is to contradict other philosophers ;-)
William James
HFF! Ukraine Matters! Resist the Despicable Orange Cockroach Poo Tin Puppet!
rose, 'Love and Peace', little theater rose garden, raleigh, north carolina
Symphyotrichum novae-angliae formerly known as Aster novae-angliae is part of genus of the Americas, this one is native to central and eastern North America, that was classified alongside a known European relative first but recently reclassified. Both Aster and Symphyotrichum are genera in the Asteraceae family, so they are closely related. However, Symphyotrichum species have hairy calyxes, Aster species do not.
Symphyotrichum novae-angliae has or had a number of varying, but mostly medical, uses among different Indigenous peoples of North America. The Cherokee,for example, used a poultice of the roots to treat pain. Both the Meskwaki and the Potawatomi have used the plant to revive patients. While the Iroquois have made a decoction of the roots and leaves of the plant for fevers. However, the perhaps most surprising docutmented use was that the Ojibwe smoked the root in pipes to attract game.
There are roughly 50 Symphyotrichum novae-angliae cultivars. This one is called "Rubinschatz" (German for ruby treasure) despite the range of colours you find in image searches varying from light blue via different shades of purple to deep pink but never the actual deep red the name suggests. "Rubinschatz" is a creation of German gardener, garden writer and philosopher Karl Foerster (1874 – 1970). Foerster helped popularize the use of grasses in garden design and for the cultivation of a number of decorative Delphinium, Aster and Grass varieties.
Foerster was a son of German astronomer Wilhelm Julius Foerster, director of the Royal Berlin Observatory, which today carries his name. His siblings included philosopher, pedagogue and pacifist Friedrich Wilhelm (1869-1966) as well as ship designer Ernst (1876-1955). Foerster himself joined the Nazi Party (NSDAP) in 1940, which must have made for interesting family dinners, one imagines. Despite his party membership, he afterwards managed to keep his nursery in private hands during while living in the German Democratic Republic (socialist East Germany) and even recived East Germany's National Prize (Nationalpreis der DDR) as well as that coutry's Patriotic Order of Merit (Vaterländischer Verdienstorden in Silber). Foerster's former home is now a museum documenting his life and work, while the accompanying nursery and garden are used as experimental, teaching and show gardens.
Lost birds of summer come to my window, sing,
and fly away.
And yellow autumn leaves, which cannot sing,
flutter and fall on it, in a sigh.
Vagabonds of the universe, flock of tiny beings,
leave the imprint of your feet on my words!
For those who know how to love, the world takes off its mask of
infinity. It becomes as small as a song, like a
kiss from eternity.
RABINDRANATH TAGORE (1861-1941): Indian poet, philosopher, humanist writer, educator.
Pájaros perdidos de verano vienen a mi ventana, cantan,
y se van volando.
Y hojas amarillas de otoño, que no saben cantar,
aletean y caen en ella, en un suspiro.
Vagabundillos del universo, tropel de seres pequeñitos,
¡dejad la huella de vuestros pies en mis palabras!
Para quien lo sabe amar, el mundo se quita su careta de
infinito. Se hace tan pequeño como una canción, como un
beso de lo eterno.