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The silhouette against the dark hill, reminiscent of Rodin's Thinker, symbolises the individual's confrontation with the unknown and contemplation of life's meaning, echoing themes of existentialism. The blue sunset sky evokes a sense of transition and impermanence, while the triangular metallic obelisk represents societal structures that the individual questions. This imagery, like The Beatles' song "The Fool on the Hill," speaks to the outsider figure who possesses unique insights and grapples with the complexities of existence, capturing the essence of the human experience with its struggles, uncertainties, and moments of insight.
“Search your heart and see. The way to do is to be.”
- by Lao Tzu:
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsxUDjfhj5Y
Let It Be by The Beatles (rehearsal)
MINDFUL
You carry the weight of the world upon your shoulders.
Let me be the one to lift it to a feathered weight.
An angel on your shoulder with wings that carry you
is worth more than a thousand baying hounds for blood.
We look to the same direction, my eyes all seeing;
yours blinkered and blind from seeing too much;
a wry derisive smile hovering around your lips,
“Familiarity breeds contempt” hisses the wing-ed serpent,
perched upon the golden helmet that once fit your head,
when all your thoughts were simpler and occupied less room.
Life is more complex now in this ever-expanding world
of new ideas and ways in which to “simplify” our lives,
yet actually pull us further into the mouth of the serpent.
The higher we climb the farther there is to fall
and all those treasured memories are left far behind us,
along with all the people we have loved and lost,
yet still we cling to what we know, not what we had.
It's fear, not hope, that drives us ever forward;
fear of never being good enough; of never reaching full potential,
but stay awhile, be still, my friend and contemplate today;
this one unerring moment in which all is perfect.
Just slow your breath and listen to the beat of your heart;
it's perfect rhythm is in tune with everything that you are.
Let negative thoughts drift softly in and out of your conscious mind;
acknowledge them and release them to the ether.
Concentrate on your breath, close your eyes;
tilt your face gently upward towards the sun.
Let the warm mellow sunlight modulate your unique Circadian rhythmn.
You once thought yourself a child of Arcadia,
but none of it really matters except the present.
This one precious moment, not in the man-made concept of time,
which differs from man to man, but this moment which is timeless,
which frees you from the pain of struggle;
allows you to feel rested and replaces the fear in your heart
with hope and nurtures your soul to lift your spirits,
until there is no seperation between you and the world around you.
You are in perfect harmony, at one with nature and all that has gone before
falls away and all that you were striving for now makes no sense at all
and what is left is all that you are, all that you need be
and you are at peace with yourself and with the world.
No fights to fight, no arguments to reason, no struggle to survive.
This is peace; the ultimate and it is there for everyone.
It is within us even before we are born
and it remains with us, true to our core for all our days,
but we have to let it surface, free it from the torment so we can just BE
because doing less means being more...
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“You talk to God, you're religious; God talks to you, you're psychotic."
― Gregory House, MD
Strobist info: an SB-900 speedlight shot at 1/1 power through a 95 cm octagonal softbox with a grid, positioned to the right and facing the subject slightly from above; an SB-600 shot at 1/32 power behind the subject and facing the phone receiver. The speedlights were triggered by the camera's built-in flash set in CLS commander mode.
Just a bit of random existentialism, feel free to left click away.... :)
Pilot Nine surveyed the crate he'd been assigned and as his steel gray eyes roamed over its less than aesthetic features he pondered the fact that the old girl had been built before he was born which was a very long time ago. As he ran his hands over the rivets in front of the intake he realized he hadn't flown anything other than his desk in years, but they needed pilots, it was going to take everything they had to repulse Ming the Merciless' assault so he and this flying brick here would be needed this evening. Struts, tires, cowling, all looked good and she was buttoned up for flight. Ground crews log had everything in the black, who was he kidding, this baby was going up even if it had a red X and probably wasn't coming back.
He gave a wry laugh at himself when he realized that he'd groaned as he stood to peer into engine two's intake, nope, no birds had nested since the cover was removed. Finishing his walkaround he shook the crew chief's hand and clapped him on his shoulder, something he'd never done before and it was meant for him and every other crew member who'd ever prepared a ship for him for they always brought him back in one piece, something he'd always been grateful for, but never had relayed.
After ascending the ladder and climbing in, somewhere in the back of his mind Pilot Nine registered the engine noise around him, every spaceship, jet, hell, crop duster on the planet was firing up right now creating a cacophony that built to a solid and sustained crescendo that may have well been French Horns and drums as it made the blood boil and synapses fire once more.
Preflight done, engines fired, flight controlls, check. He indicated chocks out and noticed that his hands were shaking as he raised them for the chief to see, they'll calm at takeoff, they always did, once the chief reemerged and began to marshal it was brakes off and they began to roll. The Sargeant gave his sharpest salute and Nine didn't need to hear him to know he'd yelled 'give 'em hell' as he did so. Nine returned the salute and moved to launch. Give 'em hell, the SSF-4 had the flight characteristics of a Sherman Tank, but three times the fire power, he'd give 'em hell indeed.
Одно из самых популярных мест Санкт-Петербурга это музей квартира Достоевского. Этот район города до сих пор обладает магией экзистенциальности автора . И всегда найдётся тот вопрос ,который может поставить в тупик даже профессионального экскурсовода! В этот раз дух Федора Михайловича коснулся и фотографа…
"Хорошая фотография это знать где стоять» Ансель Адамс
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One of the most popular places in St. Petersburg is the museum-apartment of Dostoevsky. In this area of the city, the magic of the author's existentialism has been preserved. And there is always a question that can baffle even a professional guide! This time the spirit of Fyodor Mikhailovich touched the photographer too...
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Ansel Adams was quoted as saying, “A good photograph is knowing where to stand.”
We operate exclusively with things that do not exist, with lines, surfaces, bodies, atoms, divisible time spans, divisible spaces—how could explanations be possible at all when we initially turn everything into images, into our images!
[Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), German philosopher, classical scholar, critic of culture. Friedrich Nietzsche, Sämtliche Werke: Kritische Studienausgabe, vol. 3, p. 473, eds. Giorgio Colli and Mazzino Montinari, Berlin, de Gruyter (1980). The Gay Science, first edition, "Third Book," aphorism 112 (1882).]
1. IR lighthouse, 2. IR color landscape, 3. First Bloom, 4. The windy path III, 5. Touching the sky I, 6. Liberty Sunset, 7. Unknown Dragonfly in flight, 8. Imprint, 9. Song Sparrow, Melospiza melodia, 10. Brooklyn Bridge and Bench I, 11. Other world path, 12. Yellow Warbler, Dendroica petechia, 13. Ghost Town, 14. Existentialism in a dumpster, 15. Coneflower and busy bee, 16. Tada, take a bow, 17. meadow fritillary butterfly, 18. Untitled, 19. Cape May lighthouse, 20. Oasis for restoration III, 21. Glossy Ibis, Plegadis falcinellus, 22. Marine Park Shady Walk white version, 23. Yin and Yang, 24. The Dragonfly that Ate Brooklyn, 25. Cathedral Rock
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i caught the dishwasher mid-soliloquy. it was debating cereal versus existentialism. the cereal won. there’s something beautiful about kitchens that don’t pretend to be more than they are. just light, structure and some crunchy drama.
First Winner In The Contest Of Existentialism Group:
www.flickr.com/groups/existentialism/discuss/721576246580...
Reached #74 in Explore, 8/14
N = Novel, and I'm a Nerd!
GTWL = Light
For those of you who point out how I never smile ... here's a tiny glimpse.
I'm quoting an excerpt from Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being. My picture is a poor attempt to honor one of my favorite novels. Maybe those who have read it will appreciate it, and those who haven't will add it to their To-Read lists!! :)
"Early in the novel that Tereza clutched under her arm when she went to visit Tomas, Anna meets Vronsky in curious circumstances: they are at the railway station when someone is run over by a train. At the end of the novel, Anna throws herself under a train. This symmetrical composition--the same motif appears at the beginning and at the end--may seem quite "novelistic" to you, and I am willing to agree, but only on condition that you refrain from reading such notions as "fictive," "fabricated," and "untrue to life" into the word "novelistic." Because human lives are composed in precisely such a fashion.
They are composed like music. Guided by his sense of beauty, an individual transforms a fortuitous occurrence (Beethoven's music, death under a train) into a motif, which then assumes a permanent place in the composition of the individual's life. Anna could have chosen another way to take her life. But the motif of death and the railway station, unforgettably bound to the birth of love, enticed her in her hour of despair with its dark beauty. Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of great distress.
It is wrong, then, to chide the novel for being fascinated by mysterious coincidences (like the meeting of Anna, Vronsky, the railway station, and death or the meeting of Beethoven, Tomas, Tereza, and the cognac), but it is right to chide man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. For he thereby deprives his life of a dimension of beauty."
Accompanying Music: "Gnossienne No. 1" - Eric Satie
trying to approach the timeless art of the old masters of blues guitar - listen to my music at www.facebook.com/bluesstorytelling/
Sartre contends that human existence is a conundrum whereby each of us exists....gob·ble·dy·gook! Enjoy your morning coffee and move on already. 😮
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Cómo aceptar que la vida sea digna de ser vivida, a pesar de todo lo adverso que hay en ella, es el tema central del existencialismo. Víktor Frankl afirma que vivir es aceptar con dignidad el desafío que plantea la vida, con su carga de adversidad, y sobrevivir es hallar el sentido de ese sufrimiento.
¿Qué es el hombre, entonces? El ser humano es alguien inevitablemente afectado por su entorno. Sin embargo, el hombre tiene una cierta capacidad de elección, ya que puede conservar un vestigio de libertad espiritual, de independencia mental, incluso cuando se encuentra en circunstancias terribles de tensión psíquica y física. Al hombre se le puede arrebatar todo, salvo una cosa: la última de las libertades humanas, la elección de la actitud personal ante un conjunto de circunstancias para decidir su propio camino.
Aun cuando parezca que las circunstancias son más fuertes, siempre hay ocasiones para elegir si uno va a ser o no juguete de dichas circunstancias, renunciando a la libertad y a la dignidad. Es esta libertad espiritual, que no se nos puede arrebatar lo que hace que la vida tenga sentido y propósito.
El modo en que un hombre acepta su destino y todo el sufrimiento que éste conlleva, la forma en que carga su cruz, le da muchas oportunidades —incluso bajo las peores de las adversidades— para dar a su vida un sentido más profundo. Puede conservar su valor, su dignidad, su generosidad.O bien, en la dura lucha por la supervivencia, puede olvidar su dignidad humana y ser poco más que un animal. Una situación difícil puede proporcionarle la oportunidad de hacer méritos en el camino de la superación.
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Accepting that life is worth living, despite adverse everything in it, is the central theme of existentialism. Viktor Frankl said that living is to accept with dignity the challenge of life, with its load of adversity and survive is to find the meaning of that suffering.
What is man, then? The human being is someone inevitably affected by their environment. However, the man has some choice as it can preserve a vestige of spiritual freedom, independence of mind, even when you're in terrible circumstances of physical and mental stress. The man can take everything except one thing: the last of human freedoms, the choice of personal attitude to a set of circumstances to determine their own path.
Even when it seems that circumstances are stronger, there are always reasons to choose if one is to be or not to toy such circumstances, renouncing freedom and dignity. It is this spiritual freedom, we were not able to snatch what makes life meaningful and purpose.
The way in which a man accepts his fate and all the suffering it entails, the way in which bear his cross, gives him many opportunities, even under the worst of adversity, to give your life a deeper meaning. Keep your courage, your dignity, your generosidad.O But in the bitter struggle for survival, may forget his human dignity and to be little more than an animal. A difficult situation can provide the opportunity to look good in the way of improvement.
I was driving when I saw this elderly lady sitting at a bus stop and everything I saw looked like a very interesting picture to me. I parked as fast I could (across the street from the bus stop) and took this picture from my car window. I got one picture and a few seconds later, she was on the bus and on her way home.
I stopped my car, driving to Liberchies, Belgium; the Django-Reinhardt-Festival had to wait; the two honeymooners, looking out of that window, maybe wanted to take a walk to the nearby guitar-festival too, but they were badly fenced in…
Il garzone factotum della villa Sanfelice a San Giorgio , nel fondo si intravede la casa della marchesa.
Non ricordo che ci facessero quegli stracci sul carretto ricordo solo che la marchesa Sanfelice. zia di un mio caro amico, era una specie di virago e lo trattava insolentendolo per le sue incapacità, "vorrei essere omo !"
diceva continuamente pensando di menarlo.
Il poverino era un pò tonto e in fondo la marchesa gli voleva bene, era sola e passava le giornate contando le mosche che riusciva a schacciare con una racchetta.. io l' ho saputo quando sentendola contare le chiesi il motivo.
Un giorno mi annunciò orgogliosa "quarantacinque !"
Rolleiflex - scanner - photoshop
The head is that of James Tillich, the man who never existed. I created him and made him famous. He's everywhere and nowhere at the same time...kind of like enlightenment or nirvana.
Google him!
The James Tillich story is here: jamestillich.wordpress.com/2012/07/01/hello-world/
"The Scream of the Perpetual Walker" portrays a lone man endlessly wandering the streets of Milton Keynes, his ceaseless journey symbolising existential angst and isolation.
The man's purposeless wandering is like a silent scream, a physical manifestation of inner turmoil. His directionless journey reflects the human condition - the search for meaning in an indifferent universe. The photograph's stark contrast and blurred background emphasise his isolation and detachment from the surrounding world.
The urban setting, with its commercial elements and indifferent crowds, further highlights the man's alienation from societal norms and values. The KFC advertisement in the background serves as a commentary on consumerism and the superficiality of modern life, contrasting sharply with the man's existential quest.
The blurred figures in the background suggest a world moving on, indifferent to the man's presence and plight. The repetitive architecture and monotonous landscape symbolise the routine and mechanical aspects of urban life, which the man seems disconnected from, emphasising his lack of purpose and direction.
The photograph draws parallels to Munch's "The Scream," evoking themes of existentialism, expressionism, and humanism. It captures a fleeting moment in the walker's endless journey, emphasising the impermanence of time and the ongoing passage of life. Despite his purposeless wandering, the photograph gives significance to his journey, acknowledging his humanity and the intrinsic value of his individual experience.
In essence, "The Scream of the Perpetual Walker" is a poignant representation of the universal human condition - the search for purpose in an indifferent world. The photograph's stark simplicity and powerful imagery, invite viewers to contemplate the complexities of existence and the isolation of the individual in a modern society.
in a Starbucks Café, SOHO, Prince Street, Manhattan - a wonderful place to rest and write and read and think - listening to blues music, drinking coffee (even tea), using a notebook by wireless lan - watching people going by ... - read my wordpress article at flickrcomments.wordpress.com/2013/12/04/what-a-wonderful-...
"If time frightens us, this is because it works out the problem and the solution comes afterward." -Albert Camus
WAH Theme: Existentialism
Existential double crisis for me... "The Meaning of Life", Artist unknown.
And as a side note I ask:
If I make an image and do not post it, does it exist?
Either / Or
Shadowgraphs; A pshychological pastime. As explained by Søren Kierkegaard.
Or
Sein und Dasein. As explained by Martin Heidegger.
Either
Beyond good and evil; Prelude to a phylosophy of the future. As explained by Friedrich Nietzsche.
Take your pick. Existentialism is al about free choice.
We're here visiting Existential
Is he walking away from his old life? Or walking towards a new life? Or maybe the world is passing by like a flat airport escalator and he is still on the same place.
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Know your Exits
Emerging from the dim light of the underpass, where the city's heartbeat pulses faintly against the cold concrete, everyone seems lost in their thoughts. What paths lay ahead of you? This direction is not just a way out of my place of shadows and echoes but a chance to make an existential choice. Exits in my urban chasm are not merely roads and streets; they are the decisions that define me, the moments of truth where my very being is distilled into action.
As I ponder existence and essence, I question whether freedom of choice is the most authentic expression. My choice carves a path that leads me back to the same variant of existence, and I never seem to leave. What are the invisible threads that connect my choices to a predetermined destiny?
I take a step forward with a deep breath, embracing the uncertainty that ensures my return. Lost in the labyrinthine streets, shadowed alleys, and false exits, I promise myself liberation and self-discovery as I take the next step that could redefine me.
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The We're Here! gang is getting existential today.
The central claim of existentialism is that existence precedes essence. That means our essence – our purpose in life – is neither given to us nor dictated to us. We make our own choices and find our own purpose.
There's a fantastic eight-minute crash course in existentialism in this video.
Lacking inspiration due to the weather and some internal stuff. The title of the picture is from one of my favorite books by Milan Kundera and also a reminder not to take things so seriously.
Explored 12/21/08 #22 and I guess it made the front page.
"Are you ready for them Chinese donuts?"
They call it the Chinese Manhattan. Downtown Flushing in Queens is where the action is. It's crowded. It's dirty. It stinks. But it makes for great street photography location. In Mandarin, Flushing is known as "Falasheng", which is a type of walking stride when one has consumed too much alcohol. No, just kidding.
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