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Pack up loneliness, and hello tenderness

I've been waiting for your call for so long

And must've been hard just to follow your soul

To stick to the road that your heart wants you to go

And as you slide through the door

With your morals on your sleeve

I think it's time for all those morals to leave

So let's get down and freaky baby

Let's get restless baby

Come on get crazy with me

And I see when you're loving me, I'm loving you

I love the prowess in the things that you do

And it's your flawless soul that bleeds my stone

And when you're loving me, I'm loving you

And that's when we've got it going on

"A kind of light spread out from her

And everything changed color

And the world opened out

And the day was good to awaken to

And there were no limits to anything

And the people of the world were good and handsome

And I was not afraid anymore "

―John Steinbeck, East of Eden

Please take a look at her version of this,

two portraits of our elves-selves : Oceane here and Me here

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To my strong girl, to my light in dark times, to the girl who is unconditionally kind, the girl with the brave heart and smart mind, the girl who supports others with wide arms and a warm smile, the girl whose morals never fall out of line, you deserve everything good and divine.

To the Ying to my Yang, to my Twinnie that I love so deeply ♥

♫ Something Wonderful - Fakear ✨

Wait and see what is on the other side

Trust in me, live it all, make it golden

Why shouldn't we run over these steps and rise?

'Cause you got, you got nothing to lose, you got it all in me

There'll be ups and downs, highs and lows

In the darkest fire, you'll make it snow

You got this, baby, you got this

Keep on trying hard, don't take it slow

You'll be breaking the walls, it'll make it glow

You got this, you got this

There's something wonderful

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Rice terraces, a couple working together.

"Agriculture is our wisest pursuit because it will, in the end, contribute most to real wealth, good morals & happiness." "The farmer has to be an optimist or he wouldn't still be a farmer." "A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handyman with a sense of humus."

Brenda Schoepp

"My grandfather used to say that once in your life you need a doctor, a lawyer, a policeman, and a preacher. But every day, three times a day, you need a farmer."

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Thierry Djallo.

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This photo was taken at the Kabuki-chou crossing on the Yasukuni Doori avenue. It is a classic location to take photos of Shinjuku.

Kabuki-chou was so named as there was a plan to relocate the Kabuki Theatre from Ginza. The plan did not realise but the name remained. A theatre was constructed instead by the Touhou movie company, which was rebuilt recently as the Godzilla building as you see today.

From the late 16th to early 17th century, there were groups of people who wore outlandish clothes with odd hairstyles, involved in crimes and violence, and violated public morals and government orders. Kabuki originally meant such conducts. They may be a root of Yakuza gangs.

Izumono Okuni (出雲阿国), the founder of Kabuki, invented a dance performance influenced by their fashion and unusual aesthetic sense. Although Kabuki as a theatre-play is gentrified by now, actors' costumes, make-ups and conducts retain the original identity.

Kabuki-cho is said to be the safest gangtown in the world. It is safe as far as you behave properly, but it is a fact that there are offices of Yakuza here and there. Kabuki-cho sounds like a suitable name for the original meaning of Kabuki.

ls projectes per urbanitzar els costers de Montjuïc com a pulmó i espai d'esbarjo de Barcelona daten de principis del segle xx. Fou decisiu en aquesta orientació el fet que la muntanya fos escollida com a escenari de la gran Exposició Internacional de Barcelona de 1929: la direcció de la part urbanística i arquitectònica del projecte fou confiada al prestigiós arquitecte modernista Josep Puig i Cadafalch i els jardins, a Jean Claude Nicolas Forestier i a Nicolau Maria Rubió i Tudurí. El Palau Nacional fou concebut dins aquesta planificació com a palau central de l'exposició i el 1924 fou convocat un concurs per a la seva realització –un cop apartat del projecte, Puig i Cadafalch amb l'arribada de la dictadura de Primo de Rivera (1923)–, que guanyaren els arquitectes Eugenio P. Cendoya, Enric Catà i Pere Domènech i Roura. Estava destinat a allotjar una magna exposició –El Arte en España–,[6] amb més de 5.000 peces i reproduccions representatives de la història de l'art espanyol, que tenia dues extensions, el conjunt arquitectònic del Poble Espanyol, encara actiu, i el Palau d'Art Modern, que s'enderrocà.

L'edifici del Palau Nacional de Montjuïc és obra d'Eugenio Cendoya i Enric Catà, sota la supervisió de Pere Domènech i Roura, desestimant un projecte inicial de Puig i Cadafalch i Guillem Busquets. Presenta una façana principal simètrica, amb un cos central que sobresurt i dos laterals; el cos central està coronat per una cúpula d'estil romà, dominant tot el conjunt de la façana i s'acompanya de dues cúpules més petites als costats. Els quatre angles del gran Saló estan compostos per unes torres de planta quadrada que s'integren a la composició de la façana exterior.[7]

L'obra té una superfície de 32.000 m² i és d'estil classicista, inspirada en el Renaixement espanyol. Té una planta rectangular amb dos cossos laterals i un de posterior quadrat, amb una gran cúpula el·líptica a la part central. Les cascades i brolladors de l'escalinata del Palau són obra de Carles Buïgas. En la mateixa època, es van col·locar nou grans projectors que encara avui emeten uns intensos feixos de llum que escriuen el nom de la ciutat al cel.

Al seu Saló Oval es va efectuar la cerimònia d'inauguració de l'exposició El Arte en España, presidida per Alfons XIII i la reina Victòria Eugènia.

En la decoració del Palau –d'estil noucentista (contràriament al classicisme de l'estructura)– hi intervingueren diversos artistes, com els escultors Enric Casanovas, Josep Dunyach, Frederic Marès i Josep Llimona, i els pintors Francesc d'Assís Galí, Josep de Togores, Manuel Humbert, Josep Obiols, Joan Colom i Francesc Labarta.[8] Des del 1934 és la seu del MNAC.

L'any 1985 es van començar a debatre els primers projectes per rehabilitar l'edifici, però no fou fins al 1990 que van començar les obres de restitució segons el projecte dels arquitectes Gae Aulenti i Enric Steegman. L'any 1992 es va realitzar la rehabilitació de la Sala Oval i la consolidació i adequació estructural parcial de l'edifici, així com la reestructuració de dues sales d'exposicions temporals.[9] Entre 1995 i 2004 el palau va patir diverses reformes i ampliacions a càrrec de Gae Aulenti, Enric Steegman, Josep Benedito Rovira i Agustí Obiol, amb l'objectiu de crear espais per poder encabir totes les obres de la col·lecció.[10] Les obres foren encomanades a Eduard Carbonell, el director del museu en aquell moment.

La zona del palau que va necessitar una reforma més complexa fou l'ala on s'exposa l'art romànic. Es va haver de desmuntar la primera planta, reforçar la cúpula i construir parets noves i plafons, a més de canviar totes les instal·lacions de seguretat. Per tal de garantir unes condicions de conservació favorables (humitat, calor,...) el febrer de 1995 es va haver de traslladar la col·lecció d'absis romànics, sota la supervisió d'Aulenti. L'objectiu de la reforma arquitectònica era «reunir el passat i el present, preservar les necessitats filosòfiques i morals de l'edifici», interessant-se sobretot en el tema de la il·luminació. Per això es van col·locar llums arran de terra enfocant els absis, deixant alguns punts de les sales més enfosquits de manera que es reproduís l'ambient de les esglesioles romàniques. Moltes de les restauracions van ser realitzades per Gianluigi Colalucci i el seu equip, restauradors també de la Capella Sixtina del Vaticà.[11][12]

The Museu Nacional d'Art de Catalunya (Catalan pronunciation: [muˈzɛw nəsi.uˈnal ˈdaɾd də kətəˈluɲə], English: "National Art Museum of Catalonia"), abbreviated as MNAC, is the national museum of Catalan visual art located in Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain. Situated on Montjuïc hill at the end of Avinguda de la Reina Maria Cristina, near Pl Espanya, the museum is especially notable for its outstanding collection of romanesque church paintings, and for Catalan art and design from the late 19th and early 20th centuries, including modernisme and noucentisme. The museum is housed in the Palau Nacional, a huge, Italian-style building dating to 1929. The Palau Nacional, which has housed the Museu d'Art de Catalunya since 1934, was declared a national museum in 1990 under the Museums Law passed by the Catalan Government. That same year, a thorough renovation process was launched to refurbish the site, based on plans drawn up by the architects Gae Aulenti and Enric Steegmann, who were later joined in the undertaking by Josep Benedito. The Oval Hall was reopened in 1992 on the occasion of the Olympic Games, and the various collections were installed and opened over the period from 1995 (when the Romanesque Art section was reopened) to 2004. The Museu Nacional d'Art de Catalunya (Museu Nacional) was officially inaugurated on 16 December 2004.[1] It is one of the largest museums in Spain.

he history of this institution dates back to the 19th century, when, in accordance with the principles that inspired Catalonia's cultural and political Renaixença (renaissance), a movement particularly active in that century, many projects were launched to help revive and conserve the country's artistic heritage. This process began with the establishment of the Museu d'Antiguitats de Barcelona (Barcelona Museum of Antiquities) in the Chapel of St Agatha (1880) and the Museu Municipal de Belles Arts (Municipal Fine Art Museum) in the Palau de Belles Arts (1891), a palace built to mark the occasion of the 1888 Universal Exhibition. A project to install all these Catalan art collections in the Palau Nacional, launched in 1934 under the initiative of Joaquim Folch i Torres, the first director of Catalonia Museum of Art, was frustrated by the outbreak of the Spanish Civil War (1936–1939), when for protection many works were transferred to Olot, Darnius and Paris (where an important exhibit was established). During the postwar period, the 19th- and 20th-century collections were installed in the Museu d'Art Modern, housed from 1945 to 2004 in the Arsenal building in Barcelona's Parc de la Ciutadella, whilst the Romanesque, Gothic and baroque collections were installed in the Palau in 1942.

The Palau Nacional, which has housed the Museu d'Art de Catalunya since 1934, was declared a national museum in 1990 under the Museums Law passed by the Catalan Government. In 1992 a thorough renovation process was launched to refurbish the site, based on plans drawn up by the architects Gae Aulenti and Enric Steegmann, who were later joined in the undertaking by Josep Benedito. The Oval Hall was reopened in 1992 on the occasion of the Olympic Games, and the various collections were installed and opened over the period from 1995 (when the Romanesque Art section was reopened) to 2004. The Museu Nacional d'Art de Catalunya (Museu Nacional) was officially inaugurated on 16 December 2004.

Since 2004, the Palau Nacional has once more housed several magnificent art collections, mostly by Catalan art, but also Spanish and European art. The works from that first museum have now been enriched by new purchases and donations, tracing the country's art history from early medieval times to the mid-20th century: from Romanesque, Gothic, Renaissance and baroque to modern art. This heritage is completed by the Gabinet Numismàtic de Catalunya (coin and medal collections), the Gabinet de Dibuixos i Gravats (drawings and engravings) and the library.[1]

The killer moment

Imagine a world where every single day you have to go out and hunt down your food

The alternative... starvation!

Many of the morals and standards (most of us) live by would quickly evaporate... Replaced by one simple truth...

Survival of the fittest!

That phrase originated from Darwinian evolutionary theory as a way of describing the mechanism of natural selection

And explains why creatures like this Buzzard are so magnificently evolved into what they are

It perhaps also explains our attraction to them., reminding us of our primeval and ancestral hunter gatherer past

THE ANIMAL CRUSADE

One day all the sties and burrows opened

And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring

cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture

the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn

You could see by their snouts that they meant business

You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr

They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke

once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero

the one with the garden

They were, to cut a long story short, fed up

And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off

the flayed skin of flight had faded

The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses

that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers

gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication

Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black

as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black

It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye

At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon

as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids

So the holy animals

travelled the holy world

And do you know how or why?

Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!

Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness

or bled a city dry

Now and then trampled on a Jesus

or struck down a prophet or a princess

They were beginning to get tired

Haste no longer necessary

The one day’s deities left the fire

H.H. ter Balkt

Translation: Willem Groenewegen

Look again at that dot. That's here, that's home, that's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there—on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. ~Carl Sagan

Echinopsis pachanoi (syn. Trichocereus pachanoi) — known as San Pedro cactus — is a fast-growing columnar cactus native to the Andes Mountains at 2,000–3,000 m (6,600–9,800 ft) in altitude.[2][3] It is found in Argentina, Bolivia, Colombia, Chile, Ecuador and Peru,[4][5] and it is cultivated in other parts of the world. Uses for it include traditional medicine and traditional veterinary medicine, and it is widely grown as an ornamental cactus. It has been used for healing and religious divination in the Andes Mountains region for over 3,000 years.

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“To educate a man in mind and not in morals is to educate a menace to society.” - Theodore Roosevelt

Who's Next is the fifth studio album by English rock band The Who. It developed from the aborted Lifehouse project, a multi-media rock opera written by the group's guitarist Pete Townshend as a follow-up to the band's 1969 album Tommy. The project was cancelled owing to its complexity (...) but the group salvaged some of the songs, without the connecting story elements, to release as their next album.

Who's Next was an immediate success when it was released on 14 August 1971.

One of my all time favorite albums.

Happy 50th anniversary!

(about Won't Get Fooled Again) "Townshend described the song as one "that screams defiance at those who feel any cause is better than no cause". He later said that the song was not strictly anti-revolution despite the lyric "We'll be fighting in the streets", but stressed that revolution could be unpredictable, adding, "Don't expect to see what you expect to see. Expect nothing and you might gain everything".

(From Wikipedia)

"We'll be fighting in the streets

With our children at our feet

And the morals that they worship will be gone

And the men who spurred us on

Sit in judgement of all wrong

They decide and the shotgun sings the song

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution

Take a bow for the new revolution

Smile and grin at the change all around

Pick up my guitar and play

Just like yesterday

Then I'll get on my knees and pray

We don't get fooled again..." youtu.be/UDfAdHBtK_Q

Morals? I guess it depends on who is asking.

*Working Towards a Better World

An important quote by Chris Hydes we should all take heed and try and implement this action in each of our societies.

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THE ANIMAL CRUSADE

One day all the sties and burrows opened

And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring

cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture

the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn

You could see by their snouts that they meant business

You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr

They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke

once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero

the one with the garden

They were, to cut a long story short, fed up

And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off

the flayed skin of flight had faded

The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses

that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers

gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication

Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black

as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black

It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye

At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon

as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids

So the holy animals

travelled the holy world

And do you know how or why?

Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!

Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness

or bled a city dry

Now and then trampled on a Jesus

or struck down a prophet or a princess

They were beginning to get tired

Haste no longer necessary

The one day’s deities left the fire

H.H. ter Balkt

Translation: Willem Groenewegen

A while ago a paper written by a colleague of mine sparked a discussion at work. The theme was on the concept of "Sin" but from a biblical standpoint in reference to the "original sin". It was a fascinating discussion, one that went on for days, but it has been a thought that has stayed with me since.

In all ancient religions, as well as newer ones, there is a belief that no man is free from sin. It is a common acceptance among people of all faiths, and those of no faith, that we all sin, one way or another. Whether they are sins governed by our ethics and morals or if they are sins committed towards others. Big or small, we share this bond in this sisterhood/brotherhood that is mankind. But why then, if we all sin, are we so quick to judge others for theirs? Why does one frown upon others' struggles, but expect understanding and forgiveness when it comes to ourselves? Why is it so hard for us to believe that maybe, just maybe, it is not our job to pass judgment upon others but to see each others' struggles and lend a helping hand instead?

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With all of this said, this is where the idea of a picture series grew, and slowly, with the help of some incredible people around me, I was able to portray each sin. I wanted to keep the pictures simple, focusing on each model. The whole process was so much fun, meeting old friends, making new ones, and spending time with these talented and fascinating women. I am forever grateful for their friendship and support.

Thank you so much for taking the time and helping me with ideas, teaching me new things and being so generous with not only your time but also knowledge; Catalina, Aidy, Lya, Sophia, Ren, Missa, Lil Pea and Izzie

Also a huge thank you to my dear friend Mr G for helping me make the tattoo for this photo.

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"A 2013 study showed that couples' selections of rooms at love hotels were made by women roughly 90% of the time. The Businesses Affecting Public Morals Regulation Law was amended in 2010, imposing even stricter limitations and blurring the line between regular hotels and love hotels."

Love hotel - Popular Top 10%

Bushido refers to the attitudes, morals and behaviours of the samurai. Here is a list of the Bushido codes:

i. Rectitude or Justice

ii. Courage

iii. Benevolence or Mercy

iv. Politeness

v. Honesty and Sincerity

vi. Honor

vii. Loyalty

viii. Character and Self-Control

Posed portrait taken at the Sydney Exhibition Centre at Darling Harbour.

July, 2022

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“Top 15 Things Money Can’t Buy

Time. Happiness. Inner Peace. Integrity. Love. Character. Manners. Health. Respect. Morals. Trust. Patience. Class. Common sense. Dignity.”

― Roy T. Bennett ―

“Attitude is a choice. Happiness is a choice. Optimism is a choice. Kindness is a choice. Giving is a choice. Respect is a choice. Whatever choice you make makes you. Choose wisely.”

― Roy T. Bennett ―

“Be the reason someone smiles. Be the reason someone feels loved and believes in the goodness in people.”

― Roy T. Bennett ―

💖 In advance I want to thank each one of you for your always kindness, support, beautiful awards, favs, and messages. Please know that I see and read them all, even if I do not reply back to them, I appreciate them all so much as well as each on of you for taking the time.

Lori 💖

THE ANIMAL CRUSADE

One day all the sties and burrows opened

And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring

cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture

the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn

You could see by their snouts that they meant business

You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr

They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke

once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero

the one with the garden

They were, to cut a long story short, fed up

And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off

the flayed skin of flight had faded

The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses

that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers

gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication

Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black

as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black

It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye

At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon

as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids

So the holy animals

travelled the holy world

And do you know how or why?

Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!

Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness

or bled a city dry

Now and then trampled on a Jesus

or struck down a prophet or a princess

They were beginning to get tired

Haste no longer necessary

The one day’s deities left the fire

H.H. ter Balkt

Translation: Willem Groenewegen

THE ANIMAL CRUSADE

One day all the sties and burrows opened

And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring

cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture

the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn

You could see by their snouts that they meant business

You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr

They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke

once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero

the one with the garden

They were, to cut a long story short, fed up

And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off

the flayed skin of flight had faded

The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses

that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers

gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication

Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black

as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black

It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye

At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon

as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids

So the holy animals

travelled the holy world

And do you know how or why?

Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!

Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness

or bled a city dry

Now and then trampled on a Jesus

or struck down a prophet or a princess

They were beginning to get tired

Haste no longer necessary

The one day’s deities left the fire

H.H. ter Balkt

Translation: Willem Groenewegen

It's no secret we are lovers, you and I,

Our only secret lives within the night, side by side.

We conquer the dark, straying from our morals, for these wicked deeds, quenching that deepest most ruinous ache.

We toil through the eve only to exchange capricious looks in the early dawn. Hand in hand we lie in anticipation..dreaming of the new adventure that awaits .

Thank you for being my eternal amor, Victor,

May we always find the darkness that entrances our soul,

Infinitely yours,

Lady Nestis Carthage Ravenhurst

THE ANIMAL CRUSADE

One day all the sties and burrows opened

And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring

cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture

the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn

You could see by their snouts that they meant business

You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr

They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke

once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero

the one with the garden

They were, to cut a long story short, fed up

And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off

the flayed skin of flight had faded

The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses

that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers

gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication

Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black

as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black

It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye

At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon

as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids

So the holy animals

travelled the holy world

And do you know how or why?

Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!

Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness

or bled a city dry

Now and then trampled on a Jesus

or struck down a prophet or a princess

They were beginning to get tired

Haste no longer necessary

The one day’s deities left the fire

H.H. ter Balkt

Translation: Willem Groenewegen

THE ANIMAL CRUSADE

One day all the sties and burrows opened

And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring

cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture

the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn

You could see by their snouts that they meant business

You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr

They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke

once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero

the one with the garden

They were, to cut a long story short, fed up

And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off

the flayed skin of flight had faded

The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses

that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers

gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication

Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black

as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black

It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye

At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon

as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids

So the holy animals

travelled the holy world

And do you know how or why?

Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!

Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness

or bled a city dry

Now and then trampled on a Jesus

or struck down a prophet or a princess

They were beginning to get tired

Haste no longer necessary

The one day’s deities left the fire

H.H. ter Balkt

Translation: Willem Groenewegen

Another pair of Japanese cultural icons on the wall of the passageway.

In the right is Hatsune Miku (初音ミク). It was originally the name given to a vocal synthesiser application first released in 2007 by Crypton Future Media Inc.

Later, its anthropomorphic mascot character was promoted as a virtual singer and became an icon of the Japanese Otaku (おたく 御宅) culture that is associated with Manga, Anime, computer games, cosplay and pop idols.

In the centre is a partial copy of the famous woodblock printing in the 19th century by Toushuusai Sharaku (東洲斎写楽) of Segawa Kikunojou III (三代目瀬川菊之丞), a Kabuki “actor” playing the wife of a Samurai. Kabuki is a classical theatre play performed only by men.

Kabuki used to be a negative word for outlaws, rogues, punks etc.

A woman named Izumono Okuni (出雲阿国) invented a dance performance that incorporated their fashions and styles in the early 17th century. It was originally performed by women and became a popular entertainment for the commoners. I suppose it was like cabaret shows in the beginning.

Kabuki was drastically transformed by the government ban in 1629 on women’s performance in Kabuki as the Confucius government thought it was against the public morals. The Kabuki business tried to survive by replacing women with boys, which was also banned.

The present form is their desperate last resort, with which they barely survived.

THE ANIMAL CRUSADE

One day all the sties and burrows opened

And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring

cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture

the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn

You could see by their snouts that they meant business

You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr

They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke

once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero

the one with the garden

They were, to cut a long story short, fed up

And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off

the flayed skin of flight had faded

The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses

that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers

gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication

Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black

as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black

It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye

At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon

as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids

So the holy animals

travelled the holy world

And do you know how or why?

Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!

Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness

or bled a city dry

Now and then trampled on a Jesus

or struck down a prophet or a princess

They were beginning to get tired

Haste no longer necessary

The one day’s deities left the fire

H.H. ter Balkt

Translation: Willem Groenewegen

Hahaha, this is about you

Beware, beware, be skeptical

Of their smiles, their smiles of plated gold

Deceit so natural

But a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning

Baa baa, black sheep, have you any soul?

No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

Jill's a little whore, and her alibis are dirty tricks

So could you

Tell me how you're sleeping easy

How you're only thinking of yourself

Show me how you justify

Telling all your lies like second nature

Listen, mark my words, one day

You will pay, you will pay

Karma's gonna come collect your debt

Aware, aware, you stalk your prey

With criminal mentality

You sink your teeth into the people you depend on

Infecting everyone, you're quite the problem

Fee-fi-fo-fum, you better run and hide

I smell the blood of a petty little coward

Jack be lethal, Jack be slick

Jill will leave you lonely dying in a filthy ditch

So could you

Tell me how you're sleeping easy

How you're only thinking of yourself

Show me how you justify

Telling all your lies like second nature

Listen, mark my words, one day

You will pay, you will pay

Karma's gonna come collect your debt

Listen

Some friends told me that they miss me here so I decided to wish all of you wonderful weekend and an amazing pre-christmas-time!

I was raised in a very sale oriented family and so I really have to be careful of my initial impulses and limit my purchases to things I know I definitely will use (and try to support small businesses and artists, too!) and be ever conscious of those around me who have less. There isn't anything wrong with shopping for after holiday sales as long as it is things you will use or need....but I would say that, if you can, also give money to your local food depository/shelter because they need it more than ever and check out some of the Go Fund Me requests in your city though a simple Google search. If you'd rather give to organizations vs individuals, I would recommend Southern Poverty Law Center, ACLU, and Innocence Project if you live in the US. Let's keep others in mind now more than ever! Besides, I find when I buy something I really shouldn't have, I feel terrible inside but when I donate, I feel much better about that choice.

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THE ANIMAL CRUSADE

One day all the sties and burrows opened

And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring

cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture

the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn

You could see by their snouts that they meant business

You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr

They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke

once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero

the one with the garden

They were, to cut a long story short, fed up

And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off

the flayed skin of flight had faded

The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses

that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers

gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication

Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black

as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black

It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye

At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon

as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids

So the holy animals

travelled the holy world

And do you know how or why?

Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!

Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness

or bled a city dry

Now and then trampled on a Jesus

or struck down a prophet or a princess

They were beginning to get tired

Haste no longer necessary

The one day’s deities left the fire

H.H. ter Balkt

Translation: Willem Groenewegen

I shot this tattered USA flag at an antique store in Yarmouth Port, Cape Cod with my Olympus OMD EM 1ii. Processed with Snapseed and Enlight apps. Our flag will fly forever, our Founding Fathers’ wishes will stay forever, but we need to rise above the current administration’s actions that undermine our moral foundation.

What about the value of Granddad's word in today's morals?"

Robert Brault

j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina

London, England

“I don't know what London's coming to — the higher the buildings the lower the morals.”

― Noël Coward, Collected Sketches and Lyrics

The only Zen you find on tops of mountains is the Zen you bring there.

Robert M Pirsig.

Robert Maynard Pirsig (born September 6, 1928) is an American writer and philosopher, and the author of the philosophical novels Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry into Values (1974) and Lila: An Inquiry into Morals (1991).

He is of German and Swedish descent. His father was a University of Minnesota Law School (UMLS) graduate, and started teaching at the school in 1934. The elder Pirsig served as the law school dean from 1948 to 1955, and retired from teaching at UMLS in 1970. He resumed his career as a professor at the William Mitchell College of Law, where he remained until his final retirement in 1993.

Because he was a precocious child, with an I.Q. of 170 at age 9, Robert Pirsig skipped several grades and was enrolled at the Blake School in Minneapolis. At 15, Pirsig was awarded a high school diploma (in May 1943) and entered the University of Minnesota to study biochemistry that autumn. In Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, he described the central character, thought to represent him, as being far from a typical student; he was interested in science as a goal in itself, rather than as a way to establish a career. Source Wikipedia.

I got morals, on Sundays....... and sometimes on Wednesdays.....

Tunes: www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLqqefYKN9E

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♪ ♫There's a hole in the world like a great black pit

and the vermin of the world inhabit it

and its morals aren't worth what a pig can spit

and it goes by the name of London...

At the top of the hole sit a privileged few

Making mock of the vermin in the lower zoo

turning beauty to filth and greed...

I too have sailed the world and seen its wonders,

for the cruelty of men is as wondrous as Peru

but there's no place like London!♪ ♫

♫ Feel me ♫

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I know that AI has some beneficial qualities, and those I am delighted with. However, I am apprehensive about the harm it may cause.

With heartfelt thanks for your kind visit. Have a wonderful day, stay healthy, stay alert, appreciate the beauty around you, enjoy your creativity, stay safe, and laugh often! ❤️❤️❤️

Friendship is an extraordinary mixture that humans feel the need to develop, feel and maintain for a harmonization of group life. It is of a bewitching resonance, making a softness and an ardour of well-being, to live well and especially to communicate well. It surpasses benevolence, which goes far beyond simple behavior and a gracious sympathy customary to good morals. Friendship is this bond woven with tenderness, benevolence, altruism, generosity and especially honesty.

Why are you doing this to me?

Am I not living up to what I'm supposed to be?

Why am I seething with this animosity?

(Hey god) I think you owe me a great big apology

Terrible lie

Terrible lie

Terrible lie

Terrible lie

I really don't know what you mean

Seems like salvation comes only in our dreams

I feel my hatred grow all the more extreme

(Hey god) can this world really be as sad as it seems?

Terrible lie

Terrible lie

Terrible lie

Terrible lie

Don't take it away from me, I need you to hold on to

Don't take it away from me, I need you to hold on to

Don't take it away from me, I need you to hold on to

Don't take it away from me, I need someone to hold on to

Don't tear it away from me, I need you to hold on to

Don't tear it away from me, I need you to someone on to

Don't tear it away from me, I need you to hold on to

Don't tear it, don't tear it, don't tear it, don't tear it, don't

there's nothing left for me to hide

I lost my ignorance, security and pride

I'm all alone in a world you must despise

(Hey god) I believed the promises, your promises and lies

Terrible lie

Terrible lie

Terrible lie

Terrible lie

Terrible lie

You made me throw it all away

My morals left to decay (terrible lie)

How many you betray you've taken everything (terrible lie)

My head is filled with disease

My skin is begging you please (terrible lie)

I'm on my hands and knees, I want so much to believe

www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSjPAwsEXMU

(Inspired by "Terrible Lie" by Nine Inch Nails, off the 1989 album "Pretty Hate Machine)

The Red head is an aptly named diving duck that frequents the Eastern US during the cold winter months. It is estimated that 80 percent of the North American redhead population winters in the Laguna Madre of Texas and Mexico, but some do make it to the Chesapeake Bay area.

The Redhead is known to lay eggs in the nests of other Redheads, at least 10 other duck species, and even nests of the American Bittern and Northern Harrier. Many parasitically laid eggs fail to hatch.

Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there--on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.

carl sagan pale blue dot. 1994

@natthimmel

“A straight line is shortest in morals as well as in geometry”

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