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Do you feel what I feel?
See what I see, hear what I hear?
There is a line you must draw
Between your dream world and reality
Do you live my life or share the breath I breathe?
Lies feed your judgement of others
Behold how the blind lead each other
The philosopher
You know so much about nothing at all
Ideas that fall under shadows of theories that stand tall
Thoughts that grow narrow upon being verbally released
Your mind is not your own
What sounds more mentally stimulating
Is how you make your choice
So you preach about how I'm supposed to be
Yet you don't know your own sexuality
Lies feed your judgement of others
Behold how the blind lead each other
The philosopher
You know so much about nothing at all
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[Song- The Philosopher by Death, off 1993 album ' Individual Thought Patterns']
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I have a problem for every solution :-)
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acer, dwarf Japanese maple, 'Kamagata', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, Raleigh, north carolina
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.
(english follow)
LES PHILOSOPHES
La femme: Tu connais Orson Welles n’est-ce pas?
L’homme: L’auteur de ce vieux film… Citizen Kane?
La femme : Un jour il a déclaré que….« Nous sommes nés seul, nous vivons seul et nous mourrons seul. Il n’y a seulement qu’à travers nos amours et nos amitiés que nous nous donnons l’illusion, pour un moment, de ne pas être seul. » - Toi, es-tu d’accord avec cette affirmation?
L’homme : Eh bien… Si monsieur Welles a raison, alors il faut chérir tous ces moments d’amitié, d’amour qui nous donnent l’illusion de ne pas être seul. Tu es d’accord? - Au fait, tu vois ce petit nuage stationnaire là-haut?
La femme: Tu contournes ma question, sans y répondre… comme un politicien qui ne veut pas se compromettre!
L’homme: Puisque tu insistes… Non, je ne suis pas d’accord avec Welles. Nos amours, nos amitiés et même la solitude sont tous des moments essentiels de la vie humaine. Ils ne sont pas là pour créer une « illusion » de transcendance mais pour façonner notre liberté, notre destinée d’êtres mortels.
La femme : Donc, si nous voulons façonner notre liberté, ici et maintenant, … il serait peut-être temps de résoudre ensemble l’énigme de notre petit nuage stationnaire…
Patrice photographiste
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THE PHILOSOPHERS
The woman : You know Orson Welles, don't you?
Man: The author of that old movie ... Citizen Kane?
The Woman: One day he said that…. " We are born alone, we live alone, we die alone, only through our love and friendship can we create an illusion for the moment that we're not alone ”- Do you agree with this statement?
Man: Well ... If Mr. Welles is right, then we have to cherish all those moments of friendship, of love that give us the illusion of not being alone. You agree? - By the way, do you see that little cloud stationary up there?
The Woman: You get around my question, without answering it ... like a politician who doesn't want to compromise himself!
Man: Since you insist ... No, I don't agree with Welles. Our loves, friendships, and even loneliness are all essential moments in human life. They are not there to create an "illusion" of transcendence but to shape our freedom, our destiny as mortal beings.
The Woman: So if we want to shape our freedom, here and now, ... maybe it's time to solve the puzzle of our little stationary cloud together …
Patrice photographiste
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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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 :-)
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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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.
The Dugald Stewart Monument, on Calton Hill, Edinburgh, Scotland.
Dedicated to the Scottish philosopher Dugald Stewart, a leading philosopher of his time. Stewart held the chair of Moral Philosophy at the University of Edinburgh, teaching philosophy, natural philosophy, economics, logic, and Greek for 42 years, from 1786 until his death in 1828. The monument was designed by noted architect William Henry Playfair, responsible for so much of Edinburgh's architecture. It was completed in 1831, and is a category A listed.
Taken with a Nikon D40, fitted with a Tamron 70-300mm F4/5.6 DI LD (Nikon AFS) lens and processed in GIMP and Photoscape.