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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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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.
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 :-)
Back from our wonderful visit to Tasmania's west coast wilderness, southern Tarkine and Corinna rain forest.
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.
This trip in the maritime alps, is a beautiful steep path between rock and nature, and is the first part of Nietzsche's historic road. It starts near the Èze-sur-Mer train station and leads to the Èze-Village. This path gives you a wonderful view of the valley and the sea and goes through the beautiful Moorish village Èze built in the twelfth century. I walked both ways 8,4 km², both up and down which I can recommend.
The trail got its name from the famous philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche who came there on holiday and loved to walk there.
Length one way 4.2 km² Elevation 391 m.
Eze-sur-Mer, Côte d'Azur, France
Stein der Weisen
Diesen, von Schattenlinien verzauberten Stein, sah ich in Twyfelfontein, eine der bedeutendsten Fundstätten von Felsgravuren.
Credits:
"Inner Beauty" texture by landofnodstudios
"red grunge" texture by moosebite
"smoke texture5" by ashensorrow
"Old Book 1" texture by seriykotik1970
owl- Robert Silverwood
hat- Plaisanter
...If Not, Toil Hard... A candid street photo of several men in the public park. All of them are located on the large park bench. One of them busily operates a laptop computer. The second one enjoys reading an interesting book. The third one seems to be a philosopher and he evidently is the happiest soul of them all. Can you find him? May the happiness be with all of them.
morning light streamed through the window, sharp and golden, carving shapes in the air. two tables away, a man sat still, the lines on his face deep as stories untold. i asked if i could take his portrait. he chuckled, waved me off. "i’m not a good-looking man," he said. nonsense, i told him. the light wasn’t interested in good looks. it loved character, and he had plenty of it. he let me shoot, the glow falling across his weathered features like a map of a life lived. when i showed him the raw frame on my phone, his lips curled into a smile, faint but real. "not bad," he said. he was right—it wasn’t bad. it was honest.