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“Hamlet has to die”, the Alchemist said. “Hamlet is your self-reflection.”
He took the hammer with a strong grip.
“When deep and dark thoughts turned into wisdom there is no longer need for them.”
“I think I am not wise enough”, I said.
The Alchemist laughed and put the hammer back.
“Take the skull and the hammer and use it, whenever the time has come…”
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From meditation point of view the hammer is the power of now.
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Falls Psychologie von Interesse ist.
Der „Hamlet-Komplex“ (B3) motiviert Menschen zu Tiefsinnigkeit, Gefühlen von Neid, Eifersucht, Zweifel und heimlicher Rache. All diese Emotionen begleiten Menschen´, die sich auf dem Pfad philosophischer und tiefsinniger Selbsterkenntnis befinden.
Der lange Pfad der Selbsterforschung führt über Selbstanklage und diversen Formen von Autoaggression schließlich zu erhöhter und sensibler Selbstwahrnehmung und Selbsterkenntnis. Das alles sind die philosophischen Früchte der Tiefsinnigkeit oder die Geschenke, die der Hamlet-Faktor mit sich bringt.
Doch es gilt, von der Introversion (die Hamlet und auch Ophelia verkörpern) Abschied zu nehmen. Die Energie der Aufmerksamkeit muss zu 50% wieder in die Außenwelt (Samsara oder Egoaktivitäten) fließen. Das kann sie aber nur, wenn Hamlet in seiner absoluten Form zerstört wird. Ein Gleichgewicht von Eros und Thanatos ist dem inneren Frieden sehr förderlich… ;-)
Im oben gezeigten Bild ist der Schädel eine Metapher für Thanatos und der Hammer repräsentiert den Lebenswillen, mithin Eros.
Die Ratte steht für die Schattenwelt und ihre Gedanken und der Esel für das geduldige Tragen vorn schweren Lasten und Leiden des Lebens. Beide Tiere gehören in die Zeiten des Leidens und der Depression.
Das Bild aber zeigt den Lebenswillen (Eros) der sich in einer klaren Entscheidung gegen Thanatos wendet. Ein harmonischer Tanz der beiden Kräfte von Eros und Thanatos kann sich erst ergeben, wenn beide Seiten im Gleichgewicht schwingen. Wo dunkle Energien noch überwiegen, muss der Lebenswille und mit ihm der Ego-Wille gestärkt werden.
„Also… Wer braucht einen Hammer?”
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Natürlich kann man dieses Bild auch als eine Botschaft ansehen, ähnlich wie ein Traumbild eine Botschaft an das Ich-Bewusstsein sendet. Das Bild spricht ohne Worte an den Wesenskern eines Menschen und hat daher eine symbolische Wirkung. Ich spreche nicht von einer Bedeutung, das wäre intellektuell. Ich sage bewusst Wirkung, da es sich um einen emotionalen Wert handelt. Eine Emotion also im Gegensatz zu einem rationalen Wert.
Bewusster Umgang mit Bildern
Hier bei Flickr gibt es zwei große Kategorien von Bildern: Jene, die auf den Kopf abzielen und jene die es auf den Bauch abgesehen haben. Verstand und Gefühl.
Ich halte es für eine lohnende Aufgabe, sich ein Beispiel dafür zu suchen und sich diesen Gegenasatz einmal zu verdeutlichen.
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This photo is a metaphor for my weekend. In this metaphor, I'm the snake. Yeah, it was that bad. I do like this shot, but it's too grainy (it was almost dark when I shot it, VERY quickly, and handheld--but then I wasn't really expecting to see a hawk with a snake in its talons, either!). Hope everyone else's weekend was better than mine--I'm looking forward to visiting everyone's photostream later this morning to see whatcha got. Happy Tuesday!
A little more about the shot: we were on a meandering route home from the bay area yesterday, looking for interesting things to shoot. I thought I was done for the day, and was going through my shots on the back of my camera when I looked up and saw this red-tailed hawk land on a fencepost just as we were driving by. If I hadn't been holding my camera in my lap with the long lens already attached, I never would've gotten even this shot (and oh, how I wished I had my 500mm on, and not the 70-200!). I didn't even realize he was clutching his dinner until he lifted off again and the snake dangled in the air. I fired off about 8 shots total, and liked the light and the wing detail best in this one. We were near Parkfield, California just inland from the central coast, and will be heading back in a few weeks to spend some more time shooting this beautiful and remote area (and I'll have the BIGMA with me next time!).
Metaphor of SBC Raj !!! A killer looking #20061 Siliguri WDP4 sporting classic original cabin comes screaming at MPS with 12423 Dibrugarh Town-New Delhi 'Rajdhani Express' on it's back at rural landscape of Chatter Hat, NFR, West Bengal.
[60 FPS Full HD rampage] :- www.youtube.com/watch?v=SB_vMBwBtmo
====Arkham Asylum====
*Five years ago, the skies were filled with the reanimated corpses of the dead. As superhero and supervillain alike fought against them, opportunists- common with every Crisis, fled from their cells. One such case was Ted Carson. The one time successor to Garfield Lynns, Carson went by Firefly, and in a few short minutes, he too would perish, joining the Lanterns in the sky, killed not by the zombies or psychopaths all around, no, in ten minutes, Ted Carson would die in a car accident, the victim of a distracted driver. An ordinary death, for an ordinary man. But as he ran down those endless halls, avoiding The King of Cats' advances and Zodiac Master pleading for dating advice, he failed to notice the flash of light behind him, and following that- a man. Chronos. Out of time, and on a mission.*
Zodiac- Come back here I said! Please, five minutes is all I need! ... Was it the fan casts? Don't say it was the fan casts.
*It was the fancasts. Carson didn't have time to listen why Tommy Wiseau was ideal for a Freeze biopic, nor listen to Zodiac's desperate pleas for Magpie to love him, he had to get out of here. All those Arkham breakouts and not once had he ever been this close- He'd been thrown off a balcony when Bane attacked, been buried in debris during the earthquake and all the other times he had been simply forgotten. But this time he had a good feeling, he was scott free as far as he knew. Save for Music Meister, singing softly to himself, there was no one in his way*
Meister- If I could turn back time... If I could find a way, I'd kill all those who hurt me, yeah I'd slay...
*Meister notices Carson at the door and they exchange eye contact for a bit until at last he winks. Carson continues on his way, though rather confused, and Meister continues his singing, his gaze turned Chronos*
Meister- If I could turn back time, if I could find a way, I'd track down those that locked me here... If I got through these bars, I'd kill all of you, then the blood'd spill and spill, because I want it to... If I could turn back time, if I could find a way... just maybe, maybe, maybe they'd pay... If I got through these bars...
*Carson had made it. He could see in the distance the city on fire and he couldn't help but appreciate it. Alone, he let out a relieved chuckle, not aware of the rumble of a nearby car*
Miranda- Watch the road Drury
Drury- Just a jiffy Tiger Lily, hmm, on every channel...
*And then- Bang. Carson neither noticed nor cared enough to investigate. The city may be on fire, the dead may be rising from their graves, but that didn't matter to him, all that mattered was his freedom*
Carson- Free at last! Gotham will pay for ever forgetting me: Ted Carson! Ha!
*At the other end of that road- silence, save for the crackle of flames, and the cries of a very broken man*
Meister- If I could turn back time...
=====Now=====
*The gun felt wrong in his hand. It always did, even when he was shooting at the bad guys, even when it was on stun. Why was it, then, that for a moment, for the briefest of moments, he had wanted to pull the trigger. He could hear the faint voice of someone... his boss? (Since when had he had a boss?) spouting some curious fish metaphor to the would-be recipient of his gun.*
???- It's like they say- there's always a bigger fish, isn't there?
*Bound and on his knees, the captive before them shouted a number of expletives at him, the gunman, and his boss (that still felt weird). The red bandana wrapped around the top of the captive's head cleared the fog from Simon's mind enough that he realized he was about to kill his own grandfather.
Gaige- Come on then you fucking coward. Do it already!
*This should have surprised him more, but the half-hour long rant he'd unleashed upon Simon introducing Emi was deeply embedded in the lad's memory.
Emi... She was going to be so upset with him. He always got into trouble when she wasn't around, and this might just be his biggest screw-up yet.
Just before he moved to untie Grandpa Gaige, that voice, that layered voice, one that at first sounded pleasant, jovial, but was truly filled with malice and malevolence was heard from behind him*
???- Simon? Hell-o? I distinctly remember telling you to pull that trigger. We *are* on a bit of a tight schedule.
*Simon knew that voice from a lifetime ago: the Great White Shark. Why the hell was he here? It had been years since they last met, and Simon had thought, or moreso hoped, that Warren was unaware of his resurrection
"Sorry, sir," he said in part to stall, but the cold, calculating voice that emerged when he spoke...it scared him.*
White- And that's all well and good, but what are you waiting for? Need I remind you of the money I've paid you? Is this you asking for a raise because, heheh, let me tell you, I am not amused.
*And neither was Simon. This couldn't be right, he couldn't be working with the Shark. He made all his choices in that moment. Switching the gun to stun, he whirled and fired at the two thugs who flanked Warren,
White- What the *hell* are you-?!
*In one punch, the Shark fell to the ground. That wasn't right either. He was never that good, nowhere close. He continued to frighten himself.*
Gaige- Hope you weren't looking for a thank you.
*His job done, Simon holstered the lightning gun and turned around to answer, to make sense of all this, only to find that Gaige was gone, the window broken. It didn't take much to figure out what had happened, not when there was a shred of fine silk caught on the shards. And yet why? Simon had saved him, and they were family. He wondered if he was still angry about Emi. Ask Sionis or Nightwing, Gaige always did hold a-
Emi. She'd know what to do! Simon grabbed his phone from his belt, at least *that* hadn't changed, and yet- he almost dropped it upon seeing his reflection. He was wearing the original suit. The one he had changed after his... rebirth, the one that, in his mind, was his "villain" suit.
He'd have to worry about that later. He unlocked his phone, scrolled through his contacts, many of which he didn't recognise, and some he surprisingly did (what was Riddler doing in his contacts?), finding himself appalled at the startling lack of Emiko. No matter, he had it memorised. He made sure each digit was correct, then called. Nothing. No answer. Didn't even ring.*
Simon- Bugger.
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*It was going to be one of those days. He hadn't *meant* to kill that green grocer, it just sorta happened. That wouldn't make any difference to *them* though, he thought- those high and mighty- The sound of an arrow, the sharp kind, flying through the air broke his concentration. Super. Gotta keep running, god he missed the wings, they certainly made things easier... and the gun, he absolutely missed that malfunctioning piece of hardware... but most of all, he missed them- Oh, and his footing, he missed his-*
Drury- Bollocks.
*Either he was upside down, or the world was, neither option was preferable. And of course there they were, the heroes of the hour, he knew he would have beat them if Vertigo would just answer his calls... he should never have spammed the group chat, now only Red Dart answered and she creeped him out, not to mention she aped his style-*
*Drury looked up, well, down, to see them- the Green and Red Arrows, bows drawn. The red one, a girl smiles at him mockingly, putting on a ridiculously deep voice*
Red Arrow- Drury Walker. You have failed this city.
Drury- Yeah, yeah. Very witty "Funsize"
*Red Arrow lowers her bow for a second then turns to her companion*
..
Red Arrow- Can I shoot him?
*The emerald archer looks as though he's going to go into a long tangent about morality, but quickly stops himself*
Green Arrow- Oh you meant with-? Yeah, what the hell, we still have time... Nothing below the belt though.
*Red Arrow smirks, retrieving an all too familiar boxing gloved arrow from her quiver*
Red Arrow- Aw, you can be a real buzzkill sometimes...
*And so, for the second time that day, Drury mumbled "bollocks" to himself*
Taken at loe bar in Cornwall. This has been the centrepiece in several local shows here. It was also used by 'Red river dialect' a Brighton based band, as their first album cover.
A serene valley is crossed by three bridges, each a unique blend of past, present, and future. Ancient stone meets modern steel and futuristic design in a captivating fusion of styles and textures.
Created by Diney on Apr 27, 2025 using the Flux Schnell AI image generator model.
Just-in-time manufacturing.
I was unable to make it to the massive march in London, calling for a second referendum to pull the brexit decision away from the UK's paralysed politicians. So I found an excuse to shoot some stereotypical scenes of destruction that pretty much sum up how I feel about the UK right now...
With another birthday behind me, I'm a little closer to it than before. C'est la vie.
Found at a Jerusalem coffee shop. I could have easily captured the subject's face, but decided to respect her privacy.
Anyhow, Happy Bokeh Wednesday!
There are times when one’s path has a narrow depth of field. What is in front of and beyond that zone of clarity remains obscure and somewhat hidden.
A winding path is a metaphor, but in photography, it's a leading line — kind of like a leading lady, only more mysterious.
We are influenced by symbols all around us. For me, a leading line like this describes something to come or, returning home. Anyway, whenever I find something with direction, I look for ways to incorporate it into the scene so that it hopefully resonates at an emotional level.
I took this photo inside Hillsborough River State Park, which is just north of Tampa. It is somewhat typical of the parks we have in Florida, lush, full of vegetation, and with lots of trails that lead to mysterious places. Metaphorically speaking that is.