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Angel-09 - Angelic hierarchy, DOMINATIONES (Dominazioni)
Florence, Baptistery, mosaics
Firenze Battistero San Giovanni, mosaici
The hierarchy of angels belongs to the oldest mosaics within the cupola, as they were made in concentric cycles beginning at the top. [1240-1300 AD]
Original photo by courtesy of wikimedia
Angelic hierarchy
1 First Sphere
o 1.1 Seraphim
o 1.2 Cherubim
o 1.3 Thrones
2 Second Sphere
o 2.1 Dominions or Lordships
o 2.2 Virtues or Strongholds
o 2.3 Powers or Authorities
3 Third Sphere
o 3.1 Principalities or Rulers
o 3.2 Archangels
o 3.3 Angels
3.3.1 Personal guardian angels
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Be Prepared: Companies Must Ascend the Social Business Hierarchy of Needs
In a tribute to Maslow’s work on our individual hierarchy of needs, we noticed a pattern than companies undergo a similar growth. Companies must fulfill the requirements at the bottom of the pyramid and then layer on top of success, building each layer. To date, we found only a few companies that are getting near enlightenment, which we will feature in our upcoming work. Here’s a pattern we found from the advanced companies:
1) Foundation: First, develop a business plan and put governance in place.
2) Safety: Then, get organized by anointing a team and process to deal with crisis.
3) Formation: Next, connect business units to increase coordination and reduce duplication.
4) Enablement: Grow by letting them prosper – give business units the support and flexibility to reach goals
5) Enlightenment: Finally, weave real-time market response into business processes and planning.
Read the full report here:
www.web-strategist.com/blog/2011/08/31/report-social-medi...
Angelic hierarchy: Seraphim & Cherubim (angels of the highest order)
Florence, Baptistery - Mosaic above the central great mosaic with Christ in majesty
The hierarchy of angels belongs to the oldest mosaics within the cupola, as they were made in concentric cycles beginning at the top. [1240-1300 AD]
Original photo by courtesy of wikimedia, Marie-Lan Nguyen
Pseudo-Dionysius (On the Celestial Hierarchy) and Thomas Aquinas (Summa Theologica) drew on passages from the New Testament, specifically in the Galatians 3:26-28, Matthew 22:24-33 Ephesians 1:21-23 and Colossians 1:16, to develop a schema of three Hierarchies, Spheres or Triads of angels, with each Hierarchy containing three Orders or Choirs. Although both authors drew on the New Testament, the Biblical canon is relatively silent on the subject, and these hierarchies are considered less definitive than biblical material.
Angelic hierarchy
1 First Sphere
o 1.1 Seraphim
o 1.2 Cherubim
o 1.3 Thrones
2 Second Sphere
o 2.1 Dominions or Lordships
o 2.2 Virtues or Strongholds
o 2.3 Powers or Authorities
3 Third Sphere
o 3.1 Principalities or Rulers
o 3.2 Archangels
o 3.3 Angels
3.3.1 Personal guardian angels
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Maslow's hierarchy of needs is an idea in psychology proposed by Abraham Maslow in his 1943 paper "A theory of Human Motivation" in the journal Psychological Review. Maslow subsequently extended the idea to include his observations of humans' innate curiosity. His theories parallel many other theories of human developmental psychology, some of which focus on describing the stages of growth in humans. He then created a classification system which reflected the universal needs of society as its base and then proceeding to more acquired emotions. His theories, including the hierarchy, may have been influenced by teachings and philosophy of the Blackfeet tribe, where he spent several weeks prior to writing his influential paper. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maslow's_hierarchy_of_needs
From t'internet, see also Abraham Maslow and the pyramid that beguiled business
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Black Winged Stilt at Ameenpur Lake, Hyderabad.
The Govt of Telengana State should declare this lake as a bird sanctuary.
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After the restoration of the episcopal hierarchy in 1853 Haarlem again became a bishop city. The architect was Jos Th. J. Cuypers (1861-1949), son of the famous architect Pierre Cuypers. During the first phase was Jan Stuyt (1868-1934), his later partner, superintendent. On May 2 1898 the first part of the church, the choir, was consecrated by Mgr. Bottemanne, the Bishop of Haarlem. In 1902-'06 followed the construction of transept, dome (second phase) and celebration moment and in 1928-'30, finally, the reduction of west towers and portals (third phase). The original design of Cuypers was amended in various places conducted during the last two construction phases. This created the current, very eclectic, Cathedral. St. Bavo Cathedral was the only newly built cathedral in the Netherlands and serves to this day as such. The Cathedral was elevated in 1948 to Basilica.
Cathedral Basilica of St. Bavo. 1895-1930, J.Th.J. Cuypers. 1895-1898 choir, transept crossing tower and ship 1902-1906, 1927-1930 West towers. The building marks the transition from the Gothic Revival to a new church architecture. Eclectic edifice with motifs borrowed from the Romans, the early French Gothic, Moorish and Assyrian ornament shapes, art nouveau and the contemporary architectural style of Berlage and De Bazel.
Photo taken by Anthony on 12 September 2010.
1992 Peugeot 205 GR 1.1, while driving.
The 205 Berline was designed by Gerhard Welter and introduced in August 1983.
In the early 80s Peugeot was facing hard economic times. The new 205 was a selling hit right from the start, and brought Peugeot back to black figures.
1124cc,
780 kg.
Production 205: 1983-1998.
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The Necklace
by Guy de Maupassant
(1850-1893)
Translators: Albert M.C. McMaster, A.E. Henderson, Mme. Quesada, & others.
The girl was one of those pretty and charming young creatures who sometimes are born, as if by a slip of fate, into a family of clerks. She had no dowry, no expectations, no way of being known, understood, loved, married by any rich and distinguished man; so she let herself be married to a little clerk of the Ministry of Public Instruction.
She dressed plainly because she could not dress well, but she was unhappy as if she had really fallen from a higher station; since with women there is neither caste nor rank, for beauty, grace and charm take the place of family and birth. Natural ingenuity, instinct for what is elegant, a supple mind are their sole hierarchy, and often make of women of the people the equals of the very greatest ladies.
Mathilde suffered ceaselessly, feeling herself born to enjoy all delicacies and all luxuries. She was distressed at the poverty of her dwelling, at the bareness of the walls, at the shabby chairs, the ugliness of the curtains. All those things, of which another woman of her rank would never even have been conscious, tortured her and made her angry. The sight of the little Breton peasant who did her humble housework aroused in her despairing regrets and bewildering dreams. She thought of silent antechambers hung with Oriental tapestry, illumined by tall bronze candelabra, and of two great footmen in knee breeches who sleep in the big armchairs, made drowsy by the oppressive heat of the stove. She thought of long reception halls hung with ancient silk, of the dainty cabinets containing priceless curiosities and of the little coquettish perfumed reception rooms made for chatting at five o'clock with intimate friends, with men famous and sought after, whom all women envy and whose attention they all desire.
When she sat down to dinner, before the round table covered with a tablecloth in use three days, opposite her husband, who uncovered the soup tureen and declared with a delighted air, "Ah, the good soup! I don't know anything better than that," she thought of dainty dinners, of shining silverware, of tapestry that peopled the walls with ancient personages and with strange birds flying in the midst of a fairy forest; and she thought of delicious dishes served on marvellous plates and of the whispered gallantries to which you listen with a sphinxlike smile while you are eating the pink meat of a trout or the wings of a quail.
She had no gowns, no jewels, nothing. And she loved nothing but that. She felt made for that. She would have liked so much to please, to be envied, to be charming, to be sought after.
She had a friend, a former schoolmate at the convent, who was rich, and whom she did not like to go to see any more because she felt so sad when she came home.
But one evening her husband reached home with a triumphant air and holding a large envelope in his hand.
There said he,there is something for you!
She tore the paper quickly and drew out a printed card which bore these words:
The Minister of Public Instruction and Madame Georges Ramponneau request the honor of M. and Madame Loisel's company at the palace of the Ministry on Monday evening, January 18th.
Instead of being delighted, as her husband had hoped, she threw the invitation on the table crossly, muttering:
What do you wish me to do with that?"
Why, my dear, I thought you would be glad. You never go out, and this is such a fine opportunity. I had great trouble to get it. Every one wants to go; it is very select, and they are not giving many invitations to clerks. The whole official world will be there."
She looked at him with an irritated glance and said impatiently:
And what do you wish me to put on my back?"
He had not thought of that. He stammered:
Why, the gown you go to the theatre in. It looks very well to me."
He stopped, distracted, seeing that his wife was weeping. Two great tears ran slowly from the corners of her eyes toward the corners of her mouth.
;What's the matter? What's the matter? he answered.
By a violent effort she conquered her grief and replied in a calm voice, while she wiped her wet cheeks:
Nothing. Only I have no gown, and, therefore, I can't go to this ball. Give your card to some colleague whose wife is better equipped than I am.
He was in despair. He resumed:
Come, let us see, Mathilde. How much would it cost, a suitable gown, which you could use on other occasions--something very simple?
She reflected several seconds, making her calculations and wondering also what sum she could ask without drawing on herself an immediate refusal and a frightened exclamation from the economical clerk.
Finally she replied hesitating:
I don't know exactly, but I think I could manage it with four hundred francs."
He grew a little pale, because he was laying aside just that amount to buy a gun and treat himself to a little shooting next summer on the plain of Nanterre, with several friends who went to shoot larks there of a Sunday.
But he said
Very well. I will give you four hundred francs. And try to have a pretty gown.
The day of the ball drew near and Madame Loisel seemed sad, uneasy, anxious. Her frock was ready, however. Her husband said to her one evening:
What is the matter? Come, you have seemed very queer these last three days.
And she answered:
It annoys me not to have a single piece of jewelry, not a single ornament, nothing to put on. I shall look poverty-stricken. I would almost rather not go at all.
You might wear natural flowers,said her husband. They're very stylish at this time of year. For ten francs you can get two or three magnificent roses.
She was not convinced.
No; there's nothing more humiliating than to look poor among other women who are rich.
How stupid you are! her husband cried. Go look up your friend, Madame Forestier, and ask her to lend you some jewels. You're intimate enough with her to do that.
She uttered a cry of joy:
True! I never thought of it.
The next day she went to her friend and told her of her distress.
Madame Forestier went to a wardrobe with a mirror, took out a large jewel box, brought it back, opened it and said to Madame Loisel:
;Choose, my dear.
She saw first some bracelets, then a pearl necklace, then a Venetian gold cross set with precious stones, of admirable workmanship. She tried on the ornaments before the mirror, hesitated and could not make up her mind to part with them, to give them back. She kept asking:
Haven't you any more?
Why, yes. Look further; I don't know what you like.
Suddenly she discovered, in a black satin box, a superb diamond necklace, and her heart throbbed with an immoderate desire. Her hands trembled as she took it. She fastened it round her throat, outside her high-necked waist, and was lost in ecstasy at her reflection in the mirror.
Then she asked, hesitating, filled with anxious doubt:
Will you lend me this, only this?
;Why, yes, certainly.
She threw her arms round her friend's neck, kissed her passionately, then fled with her treasure.
The night of the ball arrived. Madame Loisel was a great success. She was prettier than any other woman present, elegant, graceful, smiling and wild with joy. All the men looked at her, asked her name, sought to be introduced. All the attaches of the Cabinet wished to waltz with her. She was remarked by the minister himself.
She danced with rapture, with passion, intoxicated by pleasure, forgetting all in the triumph of her beauty, in the glory of her success, in a sort of cloud of happiness comprised of all this homage, admiration, these awakened desires and of that sense of triumph which is so sweet to woman's heart.
She left the ball about four o'clock in the morning. Her husband had been sleeping since midnight in a little deserted anteroom with three other gentlemen whose wives were enjoying the ball.
He threw over her shoulders the wraps he had brought, the modest wraps of common life, the poverty of which contrasted with the elegance of the ball dress. She felt this and wished to escape so as not to be remarked by the other women, who were enveloping themselves in costly furs.
Loisel held her back, saying: "Wait a bit. You will catch cold outside. I will call a cab."
But she did not listen to him and rapidly descended the stairs. When they reached the street they could not find a carriage and began to look for one, shouting after the cabmen passing at a distance.
They went toward the Seine in despair, shivering with cold. At last they found on the quay one of those ancient night cabs which, as though they were ashamed to show their shabbiness during the day, are never seen round Paris until after dark.
It took them to their dwelling in the Rue des Martyrs, and sadly they mounted the stairs to their flat. All was ended for her. As to him, he reflected that he must be at the ministry at ten o'clock that morning.
She removed her wraps before the glass so as to see herself once more in all her glory. But suddenly she uttered a cry. She no longer had the necklace around her neck!
;What is the matter with you? demanded her husband, already half undressed.
She turned distractedly toward him.
;I have--I have--I've lost Madame Forestier's necklace, she cried.
He stood up, bewildered.
What!--how? Impossible!
They looked among the folds of her skirt, of her cloak, in her pockets, everywhere, but did not find it.
You're sure you had it on when you left the ball? he asked.
Yes, I felt it in the vestibule of the minister's house.
But if you had lost it in the street we should have heard it fall. It must be in the cab.
Yes, probably. Did you take his number?;
;No. And you--didn't you notice it?
;No.
They looked, thunderstruck, at each other. At last Loisel put on his clothes.
I shall go back on foot, said he, over the whole route, to see whether I can find it.
He went out. She sat waiting on a chair in her ball dress, without strength to go to bed, overwhelmed, without any fire, without a thought.
Her husband returned about seven o'clock. He had found nothing.
He went to police headquarters, to the newspaper offices to offer a reward; he went to the cab companies--everywhere, in fact, whither he was urged by the least spark of hope.
She waited all day, in the same condition of mad fear before this terrible calamity.
Loisel returned at night with a hollow, pale face. He had discovered nothing.
;You must write to your friend," said he;that you have broken the clasp of her necklace and that you are having it mended. That will give us time to turn round.
She wrote at his dictation.
At the end of a week they had lost all hope. Loisel, who had aged five years, declared:
We must consider how to replace that ornament.;
The next day they took the box that had contained it and went to the jeweler whose name was found within. He consulted his books.
;It was not I, madame, who sold that necklace; I must simply have furnished the case.
Then they went from jeweler to jeweler, searching for a necklace like the other, trying to recall it, both sick with chagrin and grief.
They found, in a shop at the Palais Royal, a string of diamonds that seemed to them exactly like the one they had lost. It was worth forty thousand francs. They could have it for thirty-six.
So they begged the jeweler not to sell it for three days yet. And they made a bargain that he should buy it back for thirty-four thousand francs, in case they should find the lost necklace before the end of February.
Loisel possessed eighteen thousand francs which his father had left him. He would borrow the rest.
He did borrow, asking a thousand francs of one, five hundred of another, five louis here, three louis there. He gave notes, took up ruinous obligations, dealt with usurers and all the race of lenders. He compromised all the rest of his life, risked signing a note without even knowing whether he could meet it; and, frightened by the trouble yet to come, by the black misery that was about to fall upon him, by the prospect of all the physical privations and moral tortures that he was to suffer, he went to get the new necklace, laying upon the jeweler's counter thirty-six thousand francs.
When Madame Loisel took back the necklace Madame Forestier said to her with a chilly manner:
You should have returned it sooner; I might have needed it
She did not open the case, as her friend had so much feared. If she had detected the substitution, what would she have thought, what would she have said? Would she not have taken Madame Loisel for a thief?
Thereafter Madame Loisel knew the horrible existence of the needy. She bore her part, however, with sudden heroism. That dreadful debt must be paid. She would pay it. They dismissed their servant; they changed their lodgings; they rented a garret under the roof.
She came to know what heavy housework meant and the odious cares of the kitchen. She washed the dishes, using her dainty fingers and rosy nails on greasy pots and pans. She washed the soiled linen, the shirts and the dishcloths, which she dried upon a line; she carried the slops down to the street every morning and carried up the water, stopping for breath at every landing. And dressed like a woman of the people, she went to the fruiterer, the grocer, the butcher, a basket on her arm, bargaining, meeting with impertinence, defending her miserable money, sou by sou.
Every month they had to meet some notes, renew others, obtain more time.
Her husband worked evenings, making up a tradesman's accounts, and late at night he often copied manuscript for five sous a page.
This life lasted ten years.
At the end of ten years they had paid everything, everything, with the rates of usury and the accumulations of the compound interest.
Madame Loisel looked old now. She had become the woman of impoverished households--strong and hard and rough. With frowsy hair, skirts askew and red hands, she talked loud while washing the floor with great swishes of water. But sometimes, when her husband was at the office, she sat down near the window and she thought of that gay evening of long ago, of that ball where she had been so beautiful and so admired.
What would have happened if she had not lost that necklace? Who knows? who knows? How strange and changeful is life! How small a thing is needed to make or ruin us!
But one Sunday, having gone to take a walk in the Champs Elysees to refresh herself after the labors of the week, she suddenly perceived a woman who was leading a child. It was Madame Forestier, still young, still beautiful, still charming.
Madame Loisel felt moved. Should she speak to her? Yes, certainly. And now that she had paid, she would tell her all about it. Why not?
She went up.
Good-day, Jeanne.
The other, astonished to be familiarly addressed by this plain good-wife, did not recognize her at all and stammered:
But--madame!--I do not know---- You must have mistaken.
No. I am Mathilde Loisel.
Her friend uttered a cry.
Oh, my poor Mathilde! How you are changed!
Yes, I have had a pretty hard life, since I last saw you, and great poverty--and that because of you!
;Of me! How so?
Do you remember that diamond necklace you lent me to wear at the ministerial ball?
;Yes. Well?
;Well, I lost it.
What do you mean? You brought it back
I brought you back another exactly like it. And it has taken us ten years to pay for it. You can understand that it was not easy for us, for us who had nothing. At last it is ended, and I am very glad.
Madame Forestier had stopped.
You say that you bought a necklace of diamonds to replace mine?
Yes. You never noticed it, then! They were very similar.
And she smiled with a joy that was at once proud and ingenuous.
Madame Forestier, deeply moved, took her hands.
Oh, my poor Mathilde! Why, my necklace was paste! It was worth at most only five hundred francs!
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Title: Hierarchies.
Author: John T. Phillifent.
Publisher: Ace Books.
Date: 1973.
Artist: Frank Kelly Freas.
Madrid, Spain 12/06/2010 - 11:37
“Todos los hombres nacen libres e iguales en derechos.”
Ha pasado mucho tiempo desde que estas palabras fueron plasmados en la "Declaración de los Derechos del Hombre y del Ciudadano" adoptada por la Asamblea Nacional francesa en 1789 y sin embargo tantas veces se ha olvidado…
En esa época la esclavitud todavía no se había abolido en los recién creados Estados Unidos de América. Y no sería hasta 1863 cuando ocurrió.
En 1780 fue donde surgió el movimiento en favor del sufragio femenino pero no fue hasta 1944 cuando se aplicó.
En España la primera vez que pudieron votar fue en 1931 y no volvió a ocurrir hasta 1976 en la transición.
En impresionante ver las fechas y pensar "han pasado 200 años desde que ocurrió por primera vez en Francia y durante 200 años no ha vuelto a ocurrir"
¿Acaso las mujeres merecían menos derechos durante esos 200 años?
Esta es la triste historia del hombre, en la que escribe (y reescribe) bien grande la igualdad de todo ser humano sobre cualquier otro en derechos y dignidad para luego olvidarse de recordarlo.
Probablemente este señor es limpiabotas porque no ha tenido la oportunidad de formarse en otra cosa, porque sus circunstancias no le han permitido ser igual que el resto. Lo realmente injusto es que no todos los seres humanos tengan las mismas posibilidades cuando empiezan la partida. Y los que peor lo tienen son esos niños del Sahel que sabe Dios si llegarán a la adolescencia.
Este hombre, aunque igual que los demás, aunque trabaje muchísimas horas al sol, ni cotiza ni tendrá una pensión acorde a lo trabajado.
"Todos los hombres nacen iguales, pero es la última vez que lo son." - Abraham Lincoln
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The concept derives from how the was modern society is reflected, constantly striving hard to be prosperous (symbolizes by the crown and the chandeliers - which is bigger in size and on top of the hierarchy) but if you look closely, you’ll see a smaller shape of scattered animals, insects and floras; which represent mother nature and as equivalent important as the crown and chandeliers.
I strongly felt that one must keep in equilibrium with work, family and nature.
Ariel weighs about 15 lbs and Ollie weighs about 85 lbs.
When Ollie gets a drink, Ariel comes running and Moves him out of the way. Then Her Highness leisurely drinks while Ollie watches and waits.
Before they were officially friends, Ariel used to bravely weave in and out of his legs while he ate. It used to scare me, but I guess she knew what she was doing...this is the third dog she has trained.
I can never get the exposure right on Ariel...how do I do that?
Edit: Thanks for the suggestions, I'm going to keep working on this shot.
I was trying to describe a system in which a PLN encourages mentorship at lower levels. At some stage, the course experts should encourage participants below them to recover old ground and attempt to guide new participants along their learning journey. This would have the benefit of:
a) not excluding new members from old discussions
b) forcing the body of knowledge to be re-evaluated and re-inforced among participants
c) allowing higher-level experts to continue along their learning journey without getting bored with lower level theory (should still be involved, but able to take a step back)