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Il est « illuminé » veut dire qu’en lui-même, en tant qu’être au monde, il est éclairé, non par un autre étant mais en ce qu’il est lui-même la clairière. Ce n’est qu’à un étant ainsi éclairé existentialement que l’étant là-devant devient tantôt accessible sous la lumière, tantôt caché dans l’obscurité.
Être et Temps - Martin Heidegger
Minolta X-700 Minolta 50mm 1:3.5 MC Macro Celtic 1:1 Extension Adox HR-50 LegacyPro EcoPro 1:1 05/04/2024
Nothing special... just show a full moon. Powerful, majestic, and mystical.
The full moon used to be a sign of upheaval. Today, it's merely a backdrop for a world that never rests anyway.
People can't sleep, not because the moon keeps them awake, but because their thoughts are too loud. Pressure to perform, existential anxiety, the endless flood of information. A society that doesn't switch off even at night doesn't need a moon to be restless.
And yet, the full moon has something incorruptible about it. It reveals itself in all its truth, without masks, without filters. Perhaps that's why we fear it. For in its light, there's no hiding—not from it and not from ourselves.
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Nichts besonderes ... zeig einfach einen Vollmond. Gewaltig, majestätisch und mystisch
Früher war der Vollmond ein Zeichen für Umbruch. Heute ist er nur noch Kulisse für eine Welt, die ohnehin nie zur Ruhe kommt.
Die Menschen schlafen nicht, nicht weil der Mond sie wach hält, sondern weil ihre Gedanken zu laut sind. Leistungsdruck, Existenzangst, die endlose Flut an Informationen. Eine Gesellschaft, die selbst bei Nacht nicht abschaltet, braucht keinen Mond, um ruhelos zu sein.
Und doch hat der Vollmond etwas Unbestechliches. Er zeigt sich in voller Wahrheit, ohne Masken, ohne Filter. Vielleicht ist das der Grund, warum wir ihn fürchten. Denn in seinem Licht gibt es kein Verstecken – nicht vor ihm und nicht vor uns selbst.
✨💄 Welcome to the Heart Bath. 🛁🐬
Tucked inside my heart-shaped villa at Le Chateau, this is where I wash off capitalism, contour, and consequence. It’s all gold trim, marbled curves, and kitsch galore. The sunset pours through floor-to-ceiling windows while water tumbles like a 1980s shampoo commercial.
There’s a pink velvet couch for existential breakdowns, a vanity fit for a drama queen, and a golden alligator who’s clearly seen things.
It’s not just a bathroom. It’s a mood. A romance. A place to get ready for trouble or recover from it.
Press play. Light a candle. Pretend you're in a forgotten soap opera pilot.
Darker Regions...
I am alone lost trembling, confused my body turned upside down restricted blinded in darkness tears unseen cries unheard . I am lost forgotten dehumanised, none existential. A voice called out to me in the darkness to bring me hope and carried me home as l dreamt myself back into my innerworld in dawns light.
I am thinking about the struggles women and children are faced with every day who are bravely fighting for their freedom and rights and hope they are soon liberated and live life in freedom and peace soon. Prayers that all remaining hostages of Israel are safe soon brought home to their families' loved ones. ️🙏
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Superintelligence: Paths, Dangers, Strategies is a 2014 book by the Swedish philosopher Nick Bostrom from the University of Oxford. It argues that if machine brains surpass human brains in general intelligence, then this new superintelligence could replace humans as the dominant lifeform on Earth. Sufficiently intelligent machines could improve their own capabilities faster than human computer scientists, and the outcome could be an existential catastrophe for humans.
After realizing that he is going to spend the next seven years in the swamp, the Charming Prince had an existential crisis.
Entry to Bio-Cup 2020. My Round 1 theme is amphibians.
Thanks to everybody who helped me with this entry!
a path too steep, too quiet, too endless. but he faced it, unshaken. behind him, the weight of time; ahead, the unknowable curve. sheep grazed indifferently. the ski lifts slept. and yet, somehow, he moved — not forward, but deeper into the stillness of being.
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" It's existential monotony framed. It's interesting, how viewing it can make you sure there is something else. But being in it can make you sure that there isn't."
by She Said Unprintable Things
Recent work from the ongoing Introspective Illumination project. My intent for this project is to explore themes of identity and mortality. I aim to explore how our identity is influenced by the spaces we inhabit and our connection to them. Additionally, I want to engage with existential questions about existence, impermanence, and the passage of time. By closely observing and collaborating with the spaces I inhabit—considering their colors, light, form, and texture—I create starting points for self-exploration, reflection, and deeper understanding.
The moon shouldn’t be that color.
Not orange, lit from within, like something is burning inside it.
You tell yourself it’s atmospheric distortion, wildfire smoke, refraction… anything human, anything explainable. But the longer you stare, the more you realize the light isn’t shining through the moon.
It’s shining out.
The silhouettes of the palms don’t sway. There’s no wind. No insects. No distant traffic. The world has gone perfectly, impossibly still, the kind of stillness that only happens when every living thing is holding its breath at the same time.
You try to look away, but something in the sky pulls at you. Not gravity. Not magnetism.
Recognition.
You’ve been seen.
The orange glow pulses once... slow, deliberate, like a heartbeat the size of a continent. And in that moment, you understand why the stars look wrong tonight. They’re not stars. They’re apertures. Openings. Watching holes in the fabric of the dark.
You are not alone.
You were never alone.
You were simply beneath notice.
Until now.
The moon brightens again, and the shadows of the trees stretch toward you, long and thin and reaching, as if the sky itself is trying to touch its newest discovery.
You.
And somewhere above the atmosphere, in the cold where sound cannot travel, something ancient and patient begins to move, not toward Earth, but toward you specifically, as if your gaze was a signal it had been waiting centuries to receive.
You wanted fear.
This is fear.
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The rendering of your emotional highway has no barriers?
what do your deepest fears cross and encounter?
is there cherishment upon the way that feeds your heart?
picking moments with which the Soul is eaten, in part
is it the deliverer, the healer, the persecutor impart
smoothly surfaced into the light of day passing
a room, destiny, space, in time, rivers flowing
still in mind, awakening the emotive checklist of strife
recording movements and controlling daily schedules
watching every living matter, is this what you call life??
bear in mind what you simply cannot bear to face
with eyes closed, the entitled apparition becomes real
a chest note unspoken, which designs a noted bas-relief
filled with emotional spirit and natural purulency
go beyond the norm, look further afield, inherit more belief
taking your hand, reinvigorating this life shared
second to none and afraid no more, seize the willowed moment!
behold the veranda of opportunity and purest veracity
entering such a thalamus of hidden and untold dreams
here we feel the world in our hands within plentiful capacity
there is no wrong in a oneness of love, a oneness of spirit
where Nature is present, life abounds in surviving heartbeats
theurgic possibilities astride hermetic touches advancing
where breaths become deeper and silently longing
forever becomes the present of predestined-eternity's glancing
we are the insight of ourselves when open to heavenly calling
into our destiny we strive purely, future surrendered today
as the past catches up with the forgiveness of time itself
we're bold enough to go where our resistance never dared step
a shell of time, and only time will tell where we may tread ourself
are we to remain in fate's shadow, or shall we reflect glory -
on our own offering of light and illumination unto our present?
leaving a prosaic society aside, let your spirit touch it's potential
realise and embrace it, share and reach the four corners of your soul
such propensity of jubilant goodness within every heart existential.
by anglia24
13h35: 20/02/2008
©2008anglia24
The Nomad Monks - Leaving Comfort by Daniel Arrhakis (2025)
The Nomad Monks - Leaving Comfort
The Nomad Monks follow the example of Franciscan monks, pilgrims and wanderers, following the example of Saint Francis, who walked through Italy and to the Holy Land.
Although different in their spirituality, they aim to leave comfort, explore paths, discover sacred places that were landmarks of human spirituality, many in danger of disappearing, catalog sites, record and analyze mystical forms or symbols, contact and dialogue with local religious authorities, they consult local documents and libraries, discover horizons, learn from other cultures, collect stories and legends, but above all, reach out to those who seek them... and need help.
Each monk has a life path that is their mystical itinerary, their destiny as an individual in their brief passage through each existential cycle.
When they gather in the Rovingian Council (Every Five Years) they share their experiences, exchange knowledge, and their most important records will become part of the Great Rovingian Spiritual Guide - "The Mystical Itinerary of Rites" .
We're Here! : Existential - Picturing the questions {and vice versa}
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after Magritte
original title was "look at the wall" as kind of a joke but i remember the existential painting series by magritte called "the human condition". they blew me away! this has a similar idea.
If you stare long enough into the fabric of reality
You will see it slowly unravel
And collapse on itself
Within a singular, meaningless void
This moment will remain nameless and seated
an avid reader of the listening mind
a subtle stroke across all it can find
tickling the fancies of a future pre-heated
let the time linger a while longer
it is patiently waiting for no-one but you defined,
yes, it springs to mind within a season so inclined
jaunting these days making my week stronger
the sound of the Blackbird still in flight
that triggers a memory shot fired across the present
a crystal clear souvenir well-kept before reality's descent
greeting me like a sunbeam that's just come to light
a forward path or a back-road it still ends up in the present time
running concurrently with life's surviving relationship thus conferred
the hitherto has the wherewithal of a foreknowledge referred
armed with weightless thought that sees so much still in it's prime
it's that spellbinding positivity that intoxicates my malaise
the outside spirit looks in at the recuperating Soul
where my heart took flight in fright of losing existential control
hope breaks the cursive atom glimmer that inner medicine wishes to appraise
if only, a channel blocked were not a strike to test our highest authority
if only, a blockade were for the greater good of all concerned
if only, a ration could feed the mind of a life appetisingly spurned
if only, a cure could 'speak up' for the pain of this silent majority
help is a hand in the lending of belief, faith and trust in one another
the pie that charts cultural equality and nourishes the Soul of every faith
whatever we believe in, if it's for the good of another then let it be saith
and bury the infelicitous insomniac wraith for natural optimism to smother
there can be no other way than the one before you now
but the path inseminated produces no finer offspring than love
the love of the life given, liven, forever striven thereof
herewith a homely tome; Spring's residue from nature's forbearing bough.
by anglia24
10h20: 19/05/2008
©2008anglia24
I want to take the time to humbly thank my partner in my 365. I owe better than 90% of the laughs and ruined keyboards from my 365 project to Kim. My 365 project would be a somber dark place without her.
Kim has been a fixture in my humble 365 project for two years now. When I am drained of ideas, she refuels me. When I am to tired to continue she kicks me. When I am down, she inspires me. She's not a muse. She's a co-conspirator. She's funny, intelligent, beautiful and daring. But most of all, she's my friend. She is the best.
We're Here! : The Three Stooges Existential Balloon Factory
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The sculpture Three Heads Fountaine (Three Andrews) by Bruce Nauman, mid-way between poetry and morbidity, can make its viewer feel uncomfortable. Three identical, scar-covered male heads, fed water through a tube and pierced to create thin jets of water, are hung by the neck.
Do these tubes bring to mind the apparatus through which a model breathes during the moulding of a sculpture, making them symbolic of sources of life, or do they evoke lethal injections, vectors of the dead?
Bruce Nauman regularly incorporates the human body into his work. Playing with the contradictions of human life (love and hate, life and death, pleasure and suffering), the renowned American artist, born in 1941, likes to subject his viewer to a physical and psychological test, at the same time as raising existential questions.
Three Heads Fountain (Three Andrews) by Bruce Nauman, part of the Pinault Collection, was displayed at the "Eloge du Doute" (“In Praise of Doubt”) exhibition at the Punta della Dogana in Venice (2011-2013).
Apparently, art often has to be “disturbing”, has to challenge, practise breaking with conventions, for example.
Living here in Düsseldorf, close to the art academy and also having professional contact with artists, I often wonder whether the artists are partly “imposing” their own disturbance on society ...
because their lives are usually not easy and begin with the decision to pursue “breadless” art ...
how do you manage to stand out from the large crowd of other art students, how do you become a master student, how often do you sit in exhibition spaces for days and weeks and nobody comes to see it or nobody buys anything ...
If you ask a gallery owner what sells well, the answer is anything over 300,000 euros, because then art becomes a “safe” investment ...
Getting there is a matter of luck and often purely arbitrary.
Many artists later work somewhere to earn some money and art becomes more of a hobby ...
Successful people buy art, artists have to stand up to them and assert themselves ... that requires a big ego ...
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Die Skulptur Three Heads Fountaine (Three Andrews) von Bruce Nauman, die zwischen Poesie und Morbidität angesiedelt ist, kann bei ihrem Betrachter Unbehagen auslösen. Drei identische, mit Narben bedeckte Männerköpfe, die durch einen Schlauch mit Wasser versorgt werden und durchbohrt sind, um dünne Wasserstrahlen zu erzeugen, sind am Hals aufgehängt.
Erinnern diese Schläuche an den Apparat, durch den ein Modell während des Abformens einer Skulptur atmet, so dass sie symbolisch für Quellen des Lebens stehen, oder erinnern sie an tödliche Injektionen, Vektoren des Todes?
Bruce Nauman bezieht den menschlichen Körper regelmäßig in sein Werk ein. Der 1941 geborene renommierte amerikanische Künstler spielt mit den Widersprüchen des menschlichen Lebens (Liebe und Hass, Leben und Tod, Vergnügen und Leiden) und unterzieht den Betrachter gerne einer physischen und psychologischen Prüfung, während er gleichzeitig existenzielle Fragen aufwirft.
Three Heads Fountain (Three Andrews) von Bruce Nauman, Teil der Sammlung Pinault, wurde in der Ausstellung „Eloge du Doute“ („Lob des Zweifels“) an der Punta della Dogana in Venedig (2011-2013) gezeigt.
Kunst muss anscheinend oft "verstörend" sein, muss herausfordern, übt den Bruch, z. B. mit Konventionen.
Hier in Düsseldorf wohnend und die Nähe zur Kunstakademie lebend, auch beruflich Kontakt mit Künstlern habend, frage ich mich oft, ob die Künstler zum Teil der Gesellschaft ihre eigene Verstörung "zumuten" ...
denn ihr Leben ist meist nicht leicht und fängt mit der Entscheidung zur "brotlosen" Kunst an ...
wie schafft man es aus der großen Menge der anderen Kunststudenten hervorzutreten, wie wird man Meisterschüler, wie oft sitzt man Tage und Wochen in Ausstellungsräumen und keiner kommt, um es sich anzusehen oder keiner kauft etwas ...
fragt man einen Galeristen, was er gut verkauft, kommt zur Antwort, alles jenseits der 300 000 Euro, denn dann wird Kunst zur "sicheren" Geldanlage ...
dort hin zu kommen ist Glücksache und oft reine Willkür. Viele Künstler arbeiten später irgendwo um etwas Geld zu verdienen und die Kunst wird eher zum Hobby ...
Erfolgreiche Menschen kaufen Kunst, Ihnen müssen Künstler entgegen treten und sich behaupten ... das verlangt ein großes Ego ...
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Previously unpublished shot from September 2020.
On 21st February 2022 the UK Government announced the complete abandonment of public health measures to protect its citizens, especially the most vulnerable, during the continued coronavirus pandemic, the worst pandemic for over 100 years.
Removing free and freely available testing and rules requiring isolation of the infected is nothing less than a policy of discrimination against over 3 million clinically vulnerable and clinically extremely vulnerable citizens of the nation.
Those vulnerable to increased risk of death and debilitating severe long-term disease from Covid-19 will now face an existential crisis when leaving their home.
Shopping will be dangerous, medical appointments will be a deadly place of airborne pathogens and dentistry will be impossibly dangerous. Just a few examples.
The Omicron variant is, through data from many countries, proving to be more damaging to people through blood clots than previous variants. Heart attacks, pulmonary embolisms and strokes are rising in those far past their infectious period. There is clinical evidence of brain damage from Covid-19 and growing evidence of testicular damage. Covid-19 is a disease of endothelial tissue and blood clotting - it always has been. There will be huge long term consequences and any damage from one infection will make an individual more vulnerable to a Covid-19 reinfection.
The vulnerable and extremely vulnerable people in this are not an exclusive group or club. Every single human is just one illness, infection or injury away from becoming clinically vulnerable themselves. It can happen to you - at any time.
Reducing the vulnerable population to an 'acceptable loss' in a public health crisis is nothing short of eugenics. Every death adds to a tally of democide.
A civilised society protects it's most vulnerable.
A selfish society does nothing.
Under these measures we are all vulnerable to Covid-19.
Yes I am angry. I, however, follow the science. The peer reviewed science by the majority of highly esteemed medics and scientists around the world. I listen to anecdotal evidence of the millions of people suffering from post-Covid disease, some for over 2 years without improvement.
The removal of protective health measures (*they were NEVER restrictions) is nothing more than a populist move and not only goes against all scientific fact, it defies basic common sense.
Please stay safe my Flickr friends and thank you if you took the time to read my thoughts on this. Thank you.
Photo By: Cate Infinity
"Pray, what light through yonder existential abyss breaks? For in this mortal coil, we are but players upon life's stage, each striving to find meaning amidst the tempest of existence, where fate's cruel hand guides our every step, and our souls doth wrestle with the eternal question: to be or not to be."
Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=GfjHLJqcDDU&list=OLAK5uy_kwYw...
“The rocks, the air, everything speaking with audible voice or silent; joyful, wonderful, enchanting, banishing weariness and sense of time. No longing for anything now or hereafter…”
–John Muir (My first summer in the Sierra)
The Wawona tunnel view is the iconic Yosemite overlook, visited by an estimated 5,000 to 7,000 people per day during the height of the tourist season (NPS website). It was therefore somewhat of a mild disbelief to see the dark overlook totally deserted on my way to the valley from the glacier point. It was past midnight and the air was filled with smoky whiff of several ongoing forest fires ignited by recent lightning strikes in the valley. Past the valley, behind the cathedral rocks, the waning gibbous moon sauntered towards the sky full of shy stars, revealing the swirling mist all around. The dreamy mist pampered those iconic granite peaks poignantly. Slowly, faint psalms of nearby waterfalls grew in my ears as the rest fell silent. The silence was everything he said it would be; ‘enchanting, banishing weariness and sense of time’. It also banished inherent urges to fit in with people, places, situations and times. As time meandered along that moonlit amphitheater of mind-numbing silence, the peace felt equally real and ethereal. Existential desires tamed down like a mountain creek in a meadow as his words echoed somewhere nearby in mute silence… ‘no longing for anything now or hereafter…', only wanting to ‘...cuddle down on the forest floor and die like the leaves and flowers, and like them leave no unsightly remains calling for burial’.
I really haven't been on flickr too much the past month. Busy with work, a little bit of laziness and garnished with an existential crisis. But I think I'm ready to return to street photography again.
I almost didn't make it to this round of Food Court (again). I'm a melancholy soul often swept up by the tides of existential dread. To calm my spirit, I make mesh food. This month I've made some Honeybell & Navel Oranges. Not bento, sorry. But they ARE super cute and perfect for the New Year. I don't know about your personal New Years' traditions but in my household, we always have to have round fruits during the turn of the new year. Specifically, plenty of oranges. They signify money (their golden color), and wealth, and prosperity; and I'm all about that, and any excuse to indulge in some juicy honeybells. They make a nice touch to any virtual room needing a little bit of a stylish citrus kick. Orange is also my mom's favorite color. She says it's a happy color and swears by it, painting her entire kitchen a loud bright orange. Love the fruit, not a fan of the walls.
Find the Juicy Honeybells & Navel Oranges at The Food Court Event hosted by Ramadiez Carter of PewPew! starting January 5th, 12 PM SLT.
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Oh, and there's also a 50% OFF SALE of Select Previous Food Releases at The Food Court Event from your favorite bistro boutique. If you like saving money and dig some good eats, pick some up for yourself or a friend on sale for the entire month.
This Japanese red fox approached me in a small resort on Hokkaido during a spontaneous portrait shooting. He was curious enough to get that close, to look at me for a few seconds and then to stroll on, well aware of his beauty and mythological status in Japan.
The Insidious Paths of Shadows - The Void And The Emptiness by Daniel Arrhakis / Pethros Thoryan (2025)
The Insidious Paths of Shadows - The Corruption of Sensations - The Feeling of Uncertainty And Emptiness
The Feeling of Uncertainty and Emptiness
Darkness and the Human Psyche
Darkness often appears alluring, seeming to promise fulfillment. Yet, at its core, darkness is emptiness—a void defined by the absence of light, truth, and reality. It stands as a symbol of fear, the unknown, and the gradual decline of humanity.
When people succumb to this darkness, their fears obscure the truth and reality. In this shrouded state, darkness manipulates minds, giving rise to chaos and unrest.
Emptiness as a Human Condition
Emptiness manifests as a pervasive state of boredom, social alienation, nihilism, and apathy. This condition reflects a detachment from surroundings and a sense of meaninglessness that colors everyday experience. Such emptiness is not merely a fleeting sensation but a deeper existential concern, signaling a lack of fulfillment and connection.
Philosophical Insights on Emptiness
The exploration of emptiness reveals a profound insight: all phenomena lack inherent existence. Recognizing this leads to the understanding that attachment to these impermanent entities is the source of suffering. The realization of emptiness encourages a detachment from transient experiences, prompting a search for meaning beyond material or fleeting constructs.
Emotional Correlates of Emptiness
The feeling of emptiness closely intertwines with other emotional states such as dysphoria, boredom, loneliness, and numbness. It is especially linked with feelings of hopelessness, isolation, and loneliness. Notably, emptiness is a strong predictor of depression and suicidal ideation, though it is not directly associated with anxiety or actual suicide attempts.
The Concept of the Void in Philosophy
Philosophically, "The Void" captures the essence of nothingness and emptiness—a concept that has sparked debate and interpretation across various traditions. In ancient Greek philosophy, thinkers like Democritus considered the Void a necessary space that allowed atoms to move, making the existence of matter possible. In contrast, Aristotle denied the existence of a true Void, asserting that nature inherently resists a vacuum.
Eastern Perspectives on the Void
Eastern philosophical traditions assign significant spiritual and metaphysical meaning to the Void. In Buddhism, the concept of Śūnyatā (Emptiness) refers to the idea that all phenomena and beings do not possess an independent existence or permanent essence (they have no "inherent nature" or svabhava) because everything exists in interdependence with other things. Thus, all things are empty, and this means that they have no independent existence.
Western Thought and Modern Science On The Void
Modern scientific discourse, especially in quantum mechanics and cosmology, continues the approach that associates the Void with the quantum vacuum and the fundamental structure of the universe. The quantum vacuum is not an absolute "nothingness," but a state of minimum energy where virtual particles and antiparticles constantly appear and disappear, influencing the physical laws and the very existence of the universe. This view contrasts with the old notion of vacuum as empty space without properties.
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Os Caminhos Insidiosos das Sombras - A Corrupção das Sensações - A Sensação de Incerteza e Vazio de Daniel Arrhakis / Pethros Thoryan (2025)
A Sensação de Incerteza e Vazio
Escuridão e a Psique Humana
A escuridão parece muitas vezes sedutora, prometendo plenitude. No entanto, na sua essência, a escuridão é o vazio — um vácuo definido pela ausência de luz, verdade e realidade. Apresenta-se como um símbolo do medo, do desconhecido e do declínio gradual da humanidade.
Quando as pessoas sucumbem a esta escuridão, os seus medos obscurecem a verdade e a realidade. Neste estado envolto em mistério, a escuridão manipula as mentes, dando origem ao caos e à inquietação.
O Vazio como Condição Humana
O vazio manifesta-se como um estado generalizado de tédio, alienação social, niilismo e apatia. Esta condição reflete um distanciamento do ambiente e uma sensação de falta de sentido que ultrapassa a experiência quotidiana. Tal vazio não é meramente uma sensação passageira, mas uma preocupação existencial mais profunda, sinalizando uma falta de realização e de conexão.
Reflexões Filosóficas sobre o Vazio
A exploração do vazio revela uma profunda perceção: todos os fenómenos carecem de existência inerente. Reconhecer isto leva à compreensão de que o apego a estas entidades impermanentes é a fonte do sofrimento. A perceção do vazio encoraja um desapego das experiências transitórias, impulsionando uma busca de significado para além das construções materiais ou efémeras.
Correlações Emocionais do Vazio
A sensação de vazio está intimamente ligada a outros estados emocionais, como a disforia, o tédio, a solidão e o entorpecimento. Está especialmente associada a sentimentos de desesperança, isolamento e solidão. Notavelmente, o vazio é um forte preditor de depressão e ideação suicida, embora não esteja diretamente associado à ansiedade ou a tentativas de suicídio.
O Conceito do Vazio na Filosofia
Filosoficamente, "O Vazio" capta a essência do nada e da vacuidade — um conceito que tem gerado debates e interpretações em diversas tradições. Na filosofia grega antiga, pensadores como Demócrito consideravam o Vazio um espaço necessário que permitia o movimento dos átomos, tornando possível a existência da matéria. Em contraste, Aristóteles negava a existência de um verdadeiro Vazio, afirmando que a natureza resiste inerentemente ao vácuo.
Perspetivas Orientais sobre o Vazio
As tradições filosóficas orientais atribuem um importante significado espiritual e metafísico ao Vazio. No Budismo, o conceito de Śūnyatā (Vacuidade) refere-se à ideia de que todos os fenómenos e seres não possuem uma existência independente ou essência permanente (não têm "natureza própria" ou svabhava) porque tudo existe em interdependência com outras coisas. Assim, todas as coisas são vazias e isso significa que elas não têm existência independente.
O Taoísmo refere-se ao Vazio como Wuji, representando o estado indiferenciado que precede toda a existência, contendo tanto o potencial para a criação como a ausência de forma.
O Pensamento Ocidental e a Ciência Moderna sobre o Vazio
O discurso científico moderno, especialmente na mecânica quântica e na cosmologia, continua a abordagem que associa o Vazio ao vácuo quântico e à estrutura fundamental do universo. O vácuo quântico não é um "nada" absoluto, mas um estado de energia mínima onde partículas e antipartículas virtuais surgem e desaparecem constantemente, influenciando as leis físicas e a própria existência do universo. Essa visão contrasta com a antiga noção de vácuo como espaço vazio e sem propriedades.
Imagem e texto por Daniel Arrhakis / Pethros Thoryan
"Here we are, in the middle of our existential reckoning.
Long ago we all traded, regretfully abdicated,
Self-sovereignty
Charge, our command, and means,
Trade it all for bread and circus."
-Maynard-
SHE - Dorotea Saykaly
Choreographer : Dorotea Saykaly
Revolving around identity while tripping on doubt, the solo SHE draws inspiration from the novel The Passion according to G.H. by Clarice Lispector – in which the female protagonist, alone in a room, confusingly and sensually talks through her existential and spiritual crisis.
Through movement, distortion and an interview with a phantom interrogator, the work morphs in and out of different states and proposes looking at a questioning body through a female lens.
Choreography, Written and Performed by Dorotea Saykaly
Music: Riku Mäkinen
Costumes Conception: Carla Romagnoli
Lighting Designer: Erwann Bernard
Outside Eye and Consultant: Eve Garnier
#SHE
“In order to be open to creativity, one must have the capacity for constructive use of solitude. One must overcome the fear of being alone.” The world is quiet here; and the words of the American existential psychologist Rollo May seem to ring truer than ever. Snowshoeing on the Athabasca Glacier. Jasper National Park, Alberta, Canada
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Yo Que Pasa .... Gare Du Nord
Ever wonder which path ?
Perhaps towards the light
He said...
Guy
My darling Ophelia,
What an idiot you were. There really is no cutting corners. My love, he was wound up in his own insecurities; how could he possibly notice yours? Alas, he is a man; what more can you expect? His existential selfish self had other things on its mind. Don't feel bad, Ophelia; you're hardly the last to succumb to the trap, the promise of relief after life, but what good did it do? For a moment you were peaceful, and then at peace. It soaked into your marrow; not just the lake water but the desire for attention, to be missed just once.
And I know, Ophelia, you'll never be sad again, but what good is that when you can never be happy?
THE SECOND HALF OF THE NIGHT I spent in Ansfelden. It was one of the rainiest nights in my life and the morning after was no exception. The rain wore off but not completely and the mood was dismal. I took a stroll around the hill with the parish church and payed due visit to Pfarrhof (Parish and clergy seat). In an hour time I only saw three people, swiftly walking the dogs who don't mind the rain as we know.
The Parish seat and court in the foreground are impeccably maintained. In the background rises the tower of parish church, to the right of which lies the birth house of Bruckner, and to the left the ABC (Anton Bruckner Centrum).
Music can be light entertainment, background sound, party fun, dancing motor, accompaniment at work or rituals, social element, ethnic root, crowd driver, study material, vanity object, period fashion, survival means, instrument playing or money making. Music of Bruckner is an existential phenomenon, resonance of the otherworldly harmonies that might await us in the Lord's Kingdom.
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The sun is a generous lord | It shares its light |
With all things Great or Small.
Straight out of the Camera. A camera is a receptacle of light. A photographer is a gatherer of light. A camera can capture infinite attributes and hues of light. Attributes and hues which can be manipulated but (perhaps) never enhanced by post processing on a computer. Personally I believe that a mild tweaking of exposure or white balance may be necessary at times but extensive processing sucks out the meditative and emotionally charged component of an image leaving behind something which is unreal and lifeless. To PP or not to PP? An existential dilemma which every photographer has to solve for him-her-self.