Demeures de l'esprit / Places of the Mind
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I have a problem for every solution :-)
Robert Zend
HBW!!
acer, dwarf Japanese maple, 'Kamagata', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, Raleigh, north carolina
The Greek philosopher Metrodorus.
In the background can be seen the bust of Polemon (Πολέμων), a master of rhetoric, favored by several Roman Emperors.
National Archaeological Museum of Athens. Athens, Greece.
Parian marble. Found in Athens. Metrodorus of Lampsacus in Asia Minor (c. 331 – 278 B.C.) was a pupil and friend of the philosopher Epicurus. The bust is a copy dating from the period of Hadrian (A.D. 117-138) of a Hellenistic original dated probably 280-250 B.C.
Metrodorus of Lampsacus (Μητρόδωρος ο Λαμψακηνός) was one of the four καθηγεμόνες (‘founders’) of Epicureanism, and the most important after Epicurus; Epicurus dedicated to him his Eurylochus and his Metrodorus, besides writing letters to him and mentioning him often in his works. Philodemus, a Greek poet and Epicurean philosopher who did much to spread Epicureanism to Rome, cites Metrodorus as the author of the view that Cynic poverty was to be rejected in favour of a more affluent way of life, although wealth in no way contributes to happiness.
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“It’s not necessary to try to save Greece or to get from her crowns of wisdom; what is needed is to eat and to drink, Timocrates, without harming the belly while we bring it joy”. – Metrodorus’ Epistle to Timocrates.
“As you grow old you are such as I urge you to be, and you have recognized the difference between studying philosophy for yourself and studying it for Greece. I rejoice with you”. – Vatican Saying 76
“Besides, they would not buy for a penny the lot of all the virtues (if they’re) cut off from pleasure”. – Metrodorus’ Epistle to Timocrates.
my sister's dog, Lula , seems to be contemplating the mysteries of the universe......or maybe she is just wondering why dinner is late :-)))))
happy TGIF :-)
Un soir, en allant m'occuper du Monsieur Chat de mon meilleur ami (en attendant son retour donc), le ciel se pare de nombreuses et somptueuses couleurs : des rouges, des oranges, des jaunes, des bleus, des roses... et des violets !
En passant du côté du Lycée Alain, le moment me semble particulièrement adapté à une photo, en passant (justement)...
La circulation aura le bon goût de n'être pas trop envahissante malgré l'heure de pointe qui se termine et cet axe qui est assez passant...
Perched on a wooden rail with its tail curled like a question mark, this squirrel stares into the middle distance, pondering life’s deepest mysteries:
- Where did I bury that acorn?
- Why do humans wear pants?
- Is the fence real, or just a metaphor?
Captured in glorious detail, this furry existentialist radiates the energy of someone who’s about to start a podcast called “Nuts & Thoughts.” The background blurs, the fur pops, and the vibe?
Pure woodland wisdom meets backyard drama.
Some say it’s waiting for a snack. Others believe it’s silently judging your camera settings. But one thing’s for sure, this squirrel didn’t come to play. It came to reflect, reject, and possibly redirect your entire life path.
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Illustration to poetry of Natalya Hrebionka devoted to Japan.
Paper, Ink 2010
Will
My reflection
find me?
© Natalya Hrebionka
Найдёт ли
Моё отражение
Меня саму?
© Copyright: Наталья Гребенко (Natalya Hrebionka),
Back from our wonderful visit to Tasmania's west coast wilderness, southern Tarkine and Corinna rain forest.
I want all to be free.
I want all to be like me.
I want all resources in world.
I want no responsibility for my actions.
I do not care what others think of me.
I will do RIGHT as I see it from the LEFT.
by Anonymous
Today's Reflection Areas: Does U.S.A. Government through the years give mixed messages to all? Is that part of the Human process the great Greek philosophers wrote of centuries before JC was born about the year Zero A.D. just after year One B.C.
ANSWER: Can A Government Ever Get It Right and Please All Through Out the World?
whether we like it or not
We only have three alternatives:
yesterday, present and tomorrow.
And not even three
because as the philosopher says
yesterday is yesterday
belongs to us only in memory:
to the rose that has already defoliated
you can't get another petal out of it.
The cards to play
there are only two:
the present and tomorrow.
and not even two
because it is a well established fact
that the present does not exist
but to the extent that it becomes past
and it's over...,
Like youth.
In short
we only have tomorrow left:
I raise my glass
for that day that never comes
but what is the only thing
what we really have.
by Nicanor Parra
Luane's World - Le Monde Perdu - Summer 2022 , Le Monde Perdu (181, 10, 21) - Moderado
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Confucius is well known as one of the great philosophers of ancient China and highly influential in the development of Confucianism, which has dominated thinking and culture in East Asia to this day.
As such, the Confucius Temple in Nanjing does well to honor him with a statue of him at the grounds of the temple.
Poised on the rocks like it’s pondering the mysteries of the universe—or just wondering where all the fish went—this heron stares into the water with the intensity of a bird deep in thought. Its bluish-gray feathers ripple in the breeze, adding dramatic flair to an already theatrical pose. The little plant beside it? Probably its life coach. The ripples? Just nature’s way of saying, “You’re doing great, sweetie.” This full-color photo captures the quiet comedy of a bird who’s clearly overthinking everything.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections—though this one might be just for those who appreciate feathered introspection.
Oil on linen canvas 2007
This painting is one of the series "Their secret ..."
The series "Their secret ...", is dedicated to the flowers,
their soul ...
Specifically, this picture is my impression from looking at one of Orchids
Stein der Weisen
Diesen, von Schattenlinien verzauberten Stein, sah ich in Twyfelfontein, eine der bedeutendsten Fundstätten von Felsgravuren.
If you trudge uphill to the top of Olmo Park you'll find a footbridge that crosses the Cernobbio Road and takes you to a not much-visited section of the park with nice flower beds. From there you can carry on over another bridge that'll take you to Grumello Park. At the top of 'Grumello' you'll find what's called 'Pliny's Garden'. Pliny the Elder is the author of the famous Natural History and the garden is dedicated to his memory.
This little scene played out before my eyes and it reminded me of one of the things Pliny tells us about that ancient well-writing philosopher Plato. When the latter was a baby, bees are said to have settled on his lips to imbue him with sweet eloquence. Our bee, though, is not a honeybee but rather a Banded Furrow Bee. Its forage flower is, I think, Stokes' Aster and not - as it is labeled - a Macedonian Scabious.