View allAll Photos Tagged insult
PREMESSA:
Cari amici, questa volta ci ho pensato su molto,
la paura di sbagliare, di sembrare inadeguato,
era sempre nel cuore.
Mi sono chiesto:
"Con un'argomento così delicato, come fare per non calcare troppo la mano,
per non sembrare solo uno sciatto qualunquista".
Vedremo cosa salta fuori, forse Il sarcasmo è più potente di mille fucili.
Sono curioso, buona visione e lettura.
SONO INNOCENTE
-----------------------------
E’ un brutto momento per me.
Piove… piove e giù tutti ad insultarmi, ad odiarmi.
Non credo di meritarlo, ed invece, nelle parole della gente,
in televisione, sui giornali… peste e corna.
Lo ritengo un accanimento, a dir poco, ingiusto.
Non un cane che mi difenda.
Sapete?
Sono convinto di essere vittima di un complotto.
Vogliono farmi fuori.
Credetemi, i colpevoli si son ben nascosti, manovrano per affossarmi,
per seppellirmi, sotto milioni di metri cubi di cemento armato.
Magari adesso sono spaparanzati chissà dove,
forsein qualche paradiso fiscale, lontano da qui,
nel vano tentativo che il rimorso non li possa mai raggiungere…
Patetici illusi, questo siete... illusi.
Oppure sono qui, nascosti ai piani alti, se la ridono alla grande,
nei loro lussuosi appartamenti vista “chi se ne frega”.
Sono sicuro, l’ho sentito dire tempo fa.
Ed intanto, mentre passo vorticoso, affogo le speranze della povera gente,
inzuppandola sino al collo, se non peggio ancora.
Sin dalla nascita, mi è stato assegnato un compito preciso, la missione è raggiungere il mare.
Sì, è il mio lavoro, ma devo confessarlo, anche il mio sogno di bambino.
Non l’ho mai visto, dicono che è immenso, meraviglioso.
Prima, dovrò affrontare mille difficoltà, ostacoli improvvisi, strettoie, gole profonde, salti nel vuoto.
Nonostante tutte le barriere naturali e no,
riuscirò a “scivolare” fino a valle, statene certi.
Ho il carattere forte, se m’impegno, supero tutto,
niente e nessuno può fermarmi.
Nasco sui monti, tra nubi rosate,
zampillo qua e là verso valli verdi.
La mia acqua è limpida, freschissima,
spesso impetuosa, irrequieta.
Che volete farci, sono giovane, ancora inesperto,
non bado troppo al percorso.
Un momento… a pensarci bene, da un po’ di anni,
mi sono accorto della comparsa, ovunque, di muraglioni,
talmente imponenti, da incutermi una certa soggezione.
Mi dico mentre avanzo sempre più veloce.
Meglio così… meno fatica, e poi, ditemi, alla nostra verde età, a chi non piace correre un po’.
Certo, mi rendo conto che non è poi così facile scorrere a per di fiato.
Ai lati del mio alveo, ogni giorno sempre più stretto,
nascono e muoiono milioni di arbusti, o meglio,
di alberi veri e propri.
Si fanno largo tra rovi e sterpaglie fittissime, impenetrabili.
Ad essere sinceri devo dire, che qualche difficoltà la incontro, ma vuoi mettere il divertimento a strappar via tutto e portarmelo al mare?
Penso che anche a voi piaccia viaggiare in compagnia, vero?
E poi, questo gioco di gruppo deve essere di moda,
oppure sono simpatico, sta di fatto che in continuazione,
centinaia di persone mi regalano di tutto.
Che brava gente, lo fanno persino di notte.
Penso che siano senz'altro dei timidi benefattori,
con riservatezza accurata mi scaricano vagonate di materiali,
anche tossici,
poi scappano via facendo meno rumore possibile.
Vorrei ringraziarli di tanto affetto… ma, alzando un po’ l’onda,
li cerco ovunque… nulla… spariti, volatilizzati.
Che posso fare, per non essere scortese, accetto tutto.
Magari. qualcosa chissà? Potesse mai servire!
A dire il vero, i regali sono anche troppi,
ce la farò a portarli tutti al mare, insieme al resto?
Per fortuna, qualcosa di più voluminoso,
rimane incastrato tra i rami che nemmeno io sono riuscito a sradicare.
Altri doni, si infilano a zeppa sotto i ponti, altri ancora, s’intrigano in mille diavolerie che spuntano abusive, dappertutto.
Certo, io non posso assolutamente fermarmi per rimuoverli,
non ho i freni purtroppo.
Che stupido a non pensarci.
Qualcuno, lo farà di certo, se così non fosse,
vi rendete conto dei disastri che accadrebbero?
Ridendo e scherzando sono arrivato in pianura,
il tempo passa, ora sono un fiume maturo, è incredibile,
mi piace tutto.
Estasiato, per gustarmi lo spettacolo mi muovo lento.
Dalla tarda primavera in poi, che emozione mi prende. Passeggiando con calma, posso vedere centinaia di persone sorridere, fare foto, pescare in pieno relax,
navigarmi su piccole barche, altri,
passeggiare lungo le sponde insieme a bambini sereni.
Che bello, che pace.
Visito città fantastiche, case e palazzi bellissimi.
Bene, molto bene, mi accorgo di essere amato, coccolato.
Dalle finestre aperte una moltitudine di mani saluta,
mi sento un principe.
Vorrei rimanere… ma, non posso… che peccato…
Grazie lo stesso però.
Prima di lasciarvi, un’ultima cosa...
Vado matto per i ponti, come magnifici arcobaleni, congiungono le rive.
Li adoro… beh, a questo punto,
voglio citare una frase detta da Papa Francesco di recente.
Calza a pennello…
Ancora non capisco come avrà fatto a sapere del mio hobby ,
meno muri e più ponti .
Sono d’accordo in pieno.
Ce ne sono di fantastici, direi vere opere d’arte, altri,
a parer mio, un tantino meno, anzi sono proprio da sistemare, e subito.
Un po’ per volta, sembrano franarmi addosso, per questo, appena li raggiungo, cerco di andarmene più veloce possibile.
Ancora una riflessione:
“sono certo che tra tutta questa bella gente,
che ama il proprio territorio e il suo fiume d’argento,
ci sarà senz'altro, qualcuno preposto a questi inderogabili lavori di manutenzione.
Non credo possibile che nessuno ci abbia mai pensato,
è cosi ovvio, è sotto gli occhi di tutti”.
Del resto, è da sempre che passo di qua, non da ieri,
un po’ di danni, nei secoli, è inevitabile… li ho fatti,
e li farò ancora purtroppo.
Sì, sto attento, ma, con tutti questi regali qualche volta,
li batto prima a destra, poi a manca…
Scusate, un po’ è anche colpa vostra! O no?
Io, non li ho mai chiesti, fatemene meno, non credete?
Non sempre passo facilmente, in particolar modo,
quando piove così tanto, come negli ultimi anni,
come in questi giorni così drammatici.
Quando piove forte forte, mi ubriaco, ed allora senza volerlo, il livello di guardia vola alle stelle, la pancia, piena d’acqua, sale… sale, fino in gola, cerco di trattenerla, ma… non resisto, da qualche parte devo pur sputarla, non credete?
E poi, divento impetuoso, minaccioso, distruttivo.
Addirittura, mi dimentico quanto siete buoni,
affettuosi nei miei confronti…
Ditemi… Starò male?.
Però… secondo voi amici cari…
E’ tutta colpa mia?
Non vorrei offendere qualcuno, ma il giorno dopo,
smaltita la sbornia,
mi vengono a mente questi strani pensieri.
Effetti dell’alcool?
O c’è dell’altro?!
Tra poco sarò a destinazione, devo confessarvi,
mi sento un po’ stanco, gli anni cominciano a pesare,
ma il mare è nei pressi.
Qualche piccolo sforzo e potrò sfociare tranquillo,
coronando il mio sogno di bambino.
Ora, che sono un vecchio navigato, una cosa l’ho capita:
“ SONO INNOCENTE ”.
Ci fosse stato più spazio in golene pulite e prive di costruzioni, avrei potuto correre, giocare,
scaricando così i miei nervi durante le piene,
oggi, più frequenti che mai.
Mi sarebbe piaciuto sentirmi protetto,
contenuto tra argini forti e sicuri.
Quando necessario,
accompagnato in scolmatori efficienti ed ampi.
La corretta ed assidua manutenzione, avrebbe fatto il resto.
A questo punto… forse… non mi odiereste tutti così.
Ho chiesto in giro,
mi sono accorto che molte persone ormai sono allo stremo, deluse, ingannate, senza speranza.
Morte e distruzione ovunque.
Vorrei aiutarvi, ma non ne ho più forza.
Un’ultima cosa… ricordatelo sempre.
Non potete immaginare quanto vi amo.
No… non sono cattivo, come vogliono farvi intendere.
Ed ora, lasciatemi morire senza rimorsi, vi prego.
Prima… vorrei trastullarmi ancora un po’ in questa laguna dorata,
immerso tra mare e cielo.
Assaporo l’ultimo respiro in un tramonto incantevole,
le canne rigano il sole.
Sto piangendo di gioia, è vero…
E' uno spettacolo meraviglioso.
L’ho sempre sognato così.
Vi voglio bene.
Un tenero bacio dal vostro fiume.
Mixed media on found book cover, 8.75 x 5.5 inches.
2009.
And that goes for all your Twitter followers too.
Sold.
***This image is by no way means put up to offend or insult any race, creed, colour, nationality, country, traditions or sexuality. ****
Acte 17: A Conversation Most Wicked
The long black car turns off into the road and heads down towards the nearest highway
The man called Monk is talking as his eyes watch the road and his rearview mirror for any one following.
“So Miss Gabrielle, can I start calling you Tabitha again ?”
She smiled in answer, peeling off her long black wig. Exposing her long reddish hair being held up tightly in clips. She tossed the wig into the back seat.
“I think we’re safe now lad, so I’ll reassume my identity. if one more bloody male had called me Gabby tonight I would have broken characters and slapped him one!”
She sighed, as she was removing the clips to let her hair down. Then looked lovingly over at Monk...
“I assume you were able to track down my pair of pretty packages?“
“Did that Tabitha, and they was a group of rightfully feathered birds at that .”
Tabitha grinned. “Right, those two young ladies were right weighted down with real ‘ice’. Can’t believe I hooked them. Usually, it’s only the one lady passenger wearing anything of real value that we snare in our trap.“
W’erent two ladies, but three of them doncha see. The lad picked up a passenger...”
Monk stole a glance at her for a second, pleased to see the happily shocked look frozen on Tabitha’s face as she gasped happily, looking into Monk’s eyes to see if he was putting her on.”
Seeing he was not, Tabitha squealed in his ear.
“Bloody ‘ell! Three ladies, you say lad. And the third was jeweled up also?”
“Aye my Lass, we made a killing this evening, enough to finally fully finance our overseas venture we have been planning. “
Monk reaches back and hands Tabitha a soft black mink wrap. “Got this for you also, off one wearing a blue gown. A bonus for the evening luv, I wish it was real.”
“Ummm “ Tabitha purrs as she puts it around her shoulders. “Feels like heaven.”
“Rather was a Nice haul the lads and I got this evening.”
Monk went one, pleased with himself...
“Proper ladies and gent they was, Easy as you please, no fuss put up by them. Listened and handed over everything without the squawking we’ve gotten from other birds over giving us their baubles. Our two lads are are safe away by now with the rest of the take.”
...back home.
(Hoje fui insultado, empurrado, "agredido"...e ainda falei holandês!
Ainda assim, não trocava nem um desses segundos...)
No offense to the Northern Harrier but she looks like a flying banana. I probably shouldn't insult her any further but she also has Michelle Bachmann's crazed look.
Notes:
Michelle Bachmann is a candidate for the Republican nomination for next year's American Presidential Election. Newsweek published an unflattering photo of her.
Estados de animo en imágenes...
Cuando llevas toda la vida aguantando humillaciones, insultos, desprecios, colleja tras colleja y callas por respeto a los demás pero quieras o no llega el momento, ese, en el que tu paciencia llega al limite del abismo y estallas sin mas.
Gente paciente, de buen compás que se dice, gente que no quiere problemas y callan y callan pero el día que abren la boca y te miran fijamente... Ese día tiembla porque...
Se despierta ese dragón que llevamos tod@s dentro y sale al exterior.
Usé dos fotos que hice con el 90mm y la mezcla y el estado de animo me fue llevando a esta mirada..
Smile on Saturday: Funny words
My mug with barbs from the Bard. Includes my favourite, "not so much brain as ear wax".
Hestia is a pretty nervous girl, sensitive to noises. If I sneeze or cough, she run away and look at me like if I had insulted her entire family tree.
2000 und 2016-06-09, Wasserfarbe, Fotomontage, 28x17 cm
2000 and 2016-06-09, water color, photomontage, 11 x 7 inch
25.2.1964, Mohammad Ali besiegte den damals amtierenden Boxweltmeister auch mit Schimpfworten.
25.2.1964, Muhammad Ali defeated
the then reigning world champion boxer also with insults.
i was listening to a program on alzheimers today and i got to thinking about ancestral memory and wondered if your dna can have alzheimers too. maybe the next generation will forget how to walk upright. actually, i don't think that's what ancestral memory means....i've been abusing the term for so long, i forget if i ever knew. anyway, this is sam in his barbaloot ears. his grade gave an astoundingly sweet performance of the lorax today in the gym. i cried! they put so much great effort into the art and costumes and dance and scenery. and at the end, they gave out a tiny sapling to every kid in the school! i'm kvelling here. go out and plant a tree (if the ground isn't rock hard) and don't forget to register to vote if you live in pennsylvania. sorry to blab.
Golden as the light which filtered through autumn leaves, her wounds wept for the pain callously dealt. And you add insult to injury.
Kelsie is a beautifully talented Illustration artist. Her drawings are full of quiet, delicate vulnerability. Some of her most poignant drawings involve a fox or a fawn struck with an arrow. Be a doll and meander on over to her instagram: instagram.com/__seasonpoem/
Why is it that we always remember the insults and forget the compliments? I looked in the mirror today and remembered every single one I think I've ever gotten. Add that to waking up to find pillows on your side instead of you and throw in a bizarre biology exam and you get a really rubbish day! I'm going to go and sleep it off I think, and write some more adventure stories ;)
The exam was so strange. I answered all the questions with justifiable answers, but they were all so weird! One question I swear was just asking "why is it an advantage for flies to have wings?" and I could not get my head around it. I can understand complex philosophical theories, recite pi to 215 places, tell you all about the cohesion-tension hypothesis and analyze chapters and chapters of ancient Greek tragedy, but ask me why its good that flies have wings in a biology exam and I'm reduced to nothing but a blob of braincells ticking over very slowly.
Pants.
Hate me.
Insult me, threaten me, destroy me, punish me.
Burn me.
Maybe things will get well in this way.
Just one last image to see out 2016.
This was taken on a trip in March to Paris, it was a difficult shot to achieve because of pedestrians, but I persevered. Although the image itself is a blend of slow and long exposures to bring back to details needed remove the said pedestrians. To add insult to injury, whilst I was taking one of the long exposures a gentleman with a Hasselblad engaged me in conversation and enquired what the filter was, by pointing directly in to the lens, which meant I had to stop the exposure, wait for more pedestrians to pass and boats for that matter before exposing again... he should have known better ;-)
Should you be interested in learning how I process my images, then I now offering 1-2-1 post processing workshops. For further details please visit my website:
Hope everyone is well and had a good Christmas (if you celebrate it) and all the best for 2017.
"SO WHAT IF MY MOTHER'S A WITCH?!"
_________________________
Just revisiting an old MOC. The concept was always pretty good (I think) but my execution the first time left a lot to be desired. >_<
I promise, the next thing I upload will be a Journey episode.
Suavely doesn't mention how long it will take for that to happen
Hope you enjoy! :)
...Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.
on Explore #2 (best position) ;-)
Dedicated to all my friends unjustly insulted, calumniated and persecuted on Flickr
me included!
-----------------
Dedicata a tutti gli amici ingiustamente insultati, calunniati e perseguitati su Flickr.
me compresa!
Please don't use this image on websites, blogs or other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved
# 476 explore on Thursday, March 26, 2009
Over 1,000 years ago, Mother Theodora said: “A devout man happened to be insulted by someone, and he said to the person, ‘I could say as much to you, but God’s commandment keeps my mouth shut.'”
📆You have a lot of beautiful photos, but how do you make them last for centuries?
⠀
I remember a case when my hard drive went nuts. And thousands of photos could not be recovered. And it was so insulting! I gave 50 thousand for the restoration, but they could not restore everything.
⠀
📑Since then, I always have a copy of all the pictures. And a couple more tips on how to store photos correctly.
⠀
How do I make a copy? Just place the photo not only in your phone or computer, but also on a separate hard drive and on a DVD/blu ray disc. Let them be a reserve that is stored at home and cannot be lost.
⠀
☁️Upload to the cloud. Duplicate the photo also in a special storage. Google Drive will help. There you are given a small amount of memory for free - up to 15 GB. But you can have 2-3 disks, the main thing is not to lose passwords from them.
⠀
Upload to the social network. Surprisingly, many photos have been lying in VK for 10-15 years. And if you save the account, then the pictures will be at hand. To prevent anyone else from seeing the photo, restrict access to your account.
⠀
👨👦👦👩👧👦You can even create a closed group. And pour photos into photo albums. You don't need to add anyone to the group if you don't want the photo to be seen.
⠀
Create a photo album. It is ideal to order a photobook with the best photos. It looks very stylish. And at any time you can see your favorite pictures. Such books are passed on to the next generation, this is cherished in every family.
⠀
📨Letters with photos. I know a girl who sends herself the best photos by mail. He says it helps to keep them forever. After all, you can find pictures for any period in the mail. But only large amounts of information will not be transmitted in this way.
⠀
👍These methods are enough for me😉. And I also love photobooks very much.
⠀
❓Do you have backup storage? Which ones do you use?
⠀
#eyelash #flashphotography #gesture #hairstyle #joint #lip #neck #skin #sleeve #waist #NikonD4
Se, que me equivoque mucho, y muy feamente. Se que no merezco tu perdón, tu mirada, ni nada tuyo. Tu estas dolido, obvio si te herí profundo, me merecí tu enojo, tu insulto, tu rabia, tu venganza...
No se porque lo hice, te juro que no lo se, he pensado en eso y creo que fue para tratar de olvidarte, pero fue peor, me sentía basura, me sentía mal por el hecho, y me arrepiento mucho. Porque estoy perdiendo a una persona maravillosa a la que AMO.
Se que no hay vuelta a tras esta vez, se que me odias, que lo único que quieres es que me pudra y que desaparezca de tu vida y te entiendo...
Desde que volvimos estos dos fines de semana fueron muy maravillosos, la salida en auto y perdernos por ahí, el beso que me diste tan tiernamente en el auto que me encanto, las risas, la música. Las noches contigo, que se me hacían eternamente lindas, la caminata muertos de calor, pero todo se fue a la cresta.
Me da mucha pena, porque te amo, me dolieron las palabras que me dijiste con toda tu rabia, y ya no que escribir solo es que te amo y te perdí para siempre. Aunque no me creas todo lo que te dije fue verdad, nada es mentira, en estos momentos no saco nada con mentirte, he sido sincero al 100%, pero bueno eso va en ti... siempre te recordare...
Don't you hate it when people insult your or mock you behind your back. and think you have no clue. but it feels like you can see everything that goes on?
personally sometimes i can tell when people are giving me weird looks. i don't know what for though. i try my best not to insult or hurt anybody. :/ but sometimes , people just judge others by appearance.
SOOOOOOO people people! im Trying to decide whether i should get a Camera ( Canon 60D) and pay it off in installments over a couple of months. or just save up for ages ....... upside to installments is i actually get the camera right away. so i can use it. and i really want to take good photos for school photography class this year . :/
what do you think?
Fussel darf heute nicht raus. Das deprimiert sie sehr, wie man sieht.
Fussel is not allowed to go out today. That seems to be really frustrating.
explored 05.02.2009
Dedicated to all my friends unjustly insulted and persecuted on Flickr
--------------------------------------------------------------
dedicata a tutti i miei amici ingiustamente insultati, calunniati e perseguitati in Flickr.
This is my crazy series. Not to be insulting or any sense of offensive. There are so many times that I feel this way. I myself suffer from a mental illness. I suffer from Clinical depression. So many times, I just wish someone would take enough interest to enjoy my crazy. that's how I put it. My friends and I all have issues. There are those times that I can't reach out when I need some human interaction for reasons like, I am just way too depressed to, or don't want to get out of bed or just because I have no way to at that time. I just wanted to address a real-life issue. There are people that understand and/or medications to help one cope. I, myself have an amazing Counselor.
This is just something that is relatable to me and I hope that no one is offended by this series. if you start from the first one and go to the last, it is a mini story. There are 9 photos in the series
I am also just learning better ways to take sl photos. I am currently learning Black Dragon. Please bear with me and enjoy the journey with me.
Thankyou
Good evening my dear vulnerable self,
What hurt brings you here tonight?
Well nevermind, give yourself a chance to heal, despite insults and rejections, despite betrayals and regrets. Yes, let me heal you...
You think that sadness is too great? But sadness is not something frozen you know, it can melt, just like snow that cries when summer shows up, or like the sky that takes off its cloudy glasses so the sun can smile again...
You have to immunize your heart from hurts.
Don't let yourself standing here shivering, please, wet your neck with your pain, and dive in...
Then, you'll never shake again; because tears will be simple dusts, and the misery of your failed love wil be a simple memory to tell to the next one...
The next love? Well I know you don't believe in it, but there will be one, maybe two : the one you'll feel for yourself, and the one you'll feel for someone else...
You think you're too suspicious? It can be a good thing, make your mistrust be some cement to be pierced with the proofs of sincerity, but, remember to take care of the garden that's hiding under it.
Please, don't dry up your soul in the desert of dissapointments. Make it grow by watering it with complex bittersweet flavours.
My dear self, never let this little world of yours, camouflaged under your silences, vanish under the shadows of others' mistakes.
The butterflies in your belly are not dead, they're just resting a bit, breathless from distress.
So close your eyes, for a moment, and by fluttering your eyelashes, watch the light wake up again, that soothing burst of tears, screaming the most beautiful truth: it's not your fault.
« Although we often condescendingly refer to those who commit savage acts as « animals », this is an insult to our four-legged friends! An animal would never commit the ingenious and grisly crimes, that human beings have invented! Animals are not grasping avaricious; they are grateful for food, water, shelter, and love. They know nothing of vanity, and they do know a lot about loyalty to their young, their owners, and often, one another! They live in constant awareness, are not deceitful, and always make full use of instinct and intuition, their most reliable and valuable resources. They do not desecrate the environment; they live according to the principles of Nature, and do not complain when they are ill; and they quietly go off to die, when their times have come”
***An Angelic reflection: I listen closely to the silent wisdom of my animal-friends!
***From “Angel Wisdom : 365 Meditations and Insights from the Heavens”, by Terry Lynn Taylor, and Mary Beth Crain.
*** This adorable photo is taken by my daughter's companion, Olivier, the Adorable!
"... Y sepa pa'su gobierno
que, toda esta gente honrada
que le ha tolerao insultos,
no gusta ser manoseada;
porque somos, con orgullo,
hijos de una estirpe gaucha
De esa raza que nació
junto con la historia patria.
Gauchos que, en la Reconquista,
tiñó su sangre las aguas.
¡Rojo mensaje de América
convertido en clarinada! ..."
Fragmento de "Gauchos y melicos", de Enrique García Satur
Fuente: gauchoguacho.blogspot.com
Ayacucho, Provincia de Buenos Aires, Argentina
The male Galah has come to chastise the recalcitrant Rainbow Lorikeet in relation to his very rude behaviour.Nearly got all the rhs wing tip in but happy enough, I guess.
Identificado por: Montse Poch
Happy Quinta flower
Reino: Plantae
Subreino: Tracheobionta
División: Magnoliophyta
Clase: Magnoliopsida
Subclase: Asteridae
Orden: Asterales
Familia: Asteraceae
Subfamilia: Carduoideae
Tribu: Cardueae
Subtribu: Centaureinae
Género: Centaurea
102 mm (+2) + (+3) Close up)
Frase que puede aportar polemica, aportada por, Susana M.L. :La botánica no es una ciencia; es el arte de insultar a las flores en griego y latín.
(Jean Baptiste Alphonse Karr)-
Y esta flor no merece "ser insultada". :-))
(Hago constar, y me consta, que dicha frase fue escrita dentro de un contexto de cita, con ninguna mala intencion por haberla identificado) Susana M.L. no se merece critica, sino haber enriquecido la pagina. Recomiendo ver su pagina.
------------
Fuente Wikipedia: Jean Baptiste Alphonse Karr "En 1848 fundó Le Journal. En 1855 fue a vivir a Niza, en donde se dedicó a la floricultura y le otorgó su nombre a numerosas variedades nuevas de flores, como la dalia. Incluso prácticamente fundó el mercado de cortar flores en la Riviera francesa. También era devoto de la pesca, y en Les Soirées de Sainte-Adresse (1853) y Au bord de la mer (1860) implementó sus experiencias. Sus memorias, Livre de bord, fueron publicadas en 1879–1880. Falleció en Saint-Raphaël (Var)."
The glass house belongs to Bain Capital and the mirror image is The Trinity Episcopal Church
(In Buddhism dualism concerns only perception / object. The unenlightened mind maintains a distinction between the mind that experience, and the object of experience, which can be called samsarisk perception. In buddha-mode this distinction is blurred.)
New england 2016
{Le'La} Ginger Xmas Outfit
♥ Fit for Erika, GenX Classic/Curvy, Kupra, Legacy/Perky, Maitreya/Petite/LaraX/LaraX Petite, Reborn/Juicy
♥ Cloak, Dress, Heels, Stockings, hat
♥ 15 color options
Available at {Le'La}
♥-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------♥
For more details & pics:
💖
Mama always said it wasn't polite. I'm sure Mother Goose offered the same advice but junior isn't listening.
An injury is much sooner forgotten than an insult.
Philip Stanhope, 4th Earl of Chesterfield
My wife helping our neighbor go to the hospital after she took a nasty fall on the sidewalk. She ended up with a few stitches, but no broken bones or a concussion.
Just by looking and watching/observing nature, the symbiotic relationship with animals, the ecosystem etc., so deeply complex they couldn't have happened by random fluke out of the silly big bang. The big bang is an insult to the face of God, the creator. But that's how we are taught.
One day these so called clever big heads puffed up with their foolish pride of their own created world and propaganda by getting rid of God the creator and deceiving many, will be put to great shame. As everyone will bow down to the coming King of Kings and Lord of Lords, whether they like it or not. But anyway, most of them who would never come to repentance will be judged to the temporary hellfire containment below the ground. Actually, that's right there under the earth's core according to the Bible, yep that's horrendously hot and no way out. Can you imagine ending up in a place of pain and torment with no end?
On the second judgement, they will face the white throne judgement, but this is after the Millenial Kingdom is over , they'll be judged again to the second death which is the lake of fire, that's forever. According to Bible scholars, it could be the sun, right there, we see it every day, but which some people worship.They worship the creation, rather than the creator.
Sin sets us apart from God. God is grieved for a lost soul to die, because God can't change what he already stated, regarding his nature of judgement. Hellfire isn't designed for man, but for the fallen angels who are yet to be judged. We are caught up in this conflict between the fallen ones and God. Eve didn't just simply ate the fruit from the tree of knowledge, but could be a symbolic representation, she slept with Satan and have a child with him, Cain. Then on, the generation from Eve also bear the curse of sin. But God sent Jesus, His son to save mankind through sacrificial death on the cross and the resurrection, those who believe him and follow him in faith will be saved. This how we have hope.
Can't you see the rationale of how "knowledge" and too much knowledge destroys mankind? Where do all these knowledge bring us today? We are heading to WW3 , possibly eating loads of GM food products right now , transhumanism underway and advanced genetic manipulation etc. Who gave this knowledge? I have no doubt, these technologies go back to fallen angels on the loose, AKA aliens / space invaders, light gods or demon gods who introduced these advanced tech over again under a great cover up. Yes, these always get presented as conspiracy 'nuts' theories, but the great conspiracy of deep lies lay ahead, ready to be unveiled too. The Holy Scriptures stated these beings will be set loose at the end of days. The book of Enoch also described them as coming out in many different form... I wonder if this means " shape-shifting" or mainly these fallen angels will shape shift or as shape shifters.:/