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In Japan a tōrō is a traditional lantern made of stone, wood, or metal. In Japan, tōrō were originally used only in Buddhist temples, where they lined and illuminated paths. Lit lanterns were then considered an offering to Buddha.
The Garden sits nestled in the West Hills of Portland, Oregon overlooking the city and providing a tranquil, urban oasis for locals and travelers alike. Designed in 1963, it encompasses 12 acres with eight separate garden styles, and includes an authentic Japanese Tea House, meandering streams, intimate walkways, and a spectacular view of Mt. Hood. This is a place to discard worldly thoughts and concerns and see oneself as a small but integral part of the universe.
Born out of a hope that the experience of peace can contribute to a long lasting peace. Born out of a belief in the power of cultural exchange. Born out of a belief in the excellence of craft, evidence in the Garden itself and the activities that come from it. Born out of a realization that all of these things are made more real and possible if we honor our connection to nature.
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Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.
"Rainer Maria Rilke"
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WIDE ANGLE - MINIMALISM is the Topic for Friday 28th October 2011
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TICKON is a non-profit foundation that commissions site-specific environmental sculptures, and is now working for the realization of a TICKON-Center for art, nature, and science. Tranekaer Castle and its village are the natural focal point for Langeland, the slender and beautiful Danish island. And in the varied landscape lies the 60 acres castle park as the culmination of everything the island has to offer. The old and distinctive trees, lawns, meadow, and lake reside in the midst of fertile plough land. In former times the counts of Tranekaer created interaction between the man-made and the organic by planting and shaping the landscape.
Today the owner has passed the initiative on to a small group of people who are deeply engaged in art and nature. This has resulted in the establishment of Tranekaer International Art and Nature center It is not an institution in the usual sense, but a project that with support from foundations invites artists to work at Langeland. With a common passion for regarding nature as the animating force as their starting point, these artists have integrated their work with the surroundings. For some, the interposition is so conceptual that only a photograph bears witness to it; others work in wood; some build with natural materials that will grow or pass away, and still others use bones, stone, words, or the whispering of wind. Land Art, or natural art, has changed since the concept was formed in the early 1960s. For many the diologue with nature's eternal cycle is of greater importance than subjective gains The artists from near and far who have worked with TICKON have demonstrated by their residence and daily work in the park that a world-embracing solidarity exists where nature is concerned. They observe, listen, experience, and pass their perception on to us.
Among others, Andy Goldsworthy, Alan Sonfist, David Nash, Herman de Vries, Nils-Udo, Hermann Prigann, Marc Barbarit & Gilles Bruni, Guiliano Mauri, and Patrick Dougherty are represented at TICKON.
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I'm too sick to go out and shoot today, but here's a photo from when I was in LA - this is the Self Realization Fellowship Lake Shrine, in the hills of the Palisades. Shot with Sony a6000 and 55-210mm lens.
We were both staying out of the heat for a few minutes inside the clinic door and his "all-country" look caught my eye. He and his wife were waiting for their daughter who was inside and I was waiting for my wife and grandchildren to pick me up. We chatted a bit about the heatwave but I was distracted by the realization that he would make a good subject for a portrait and that there was good, soft natural light. When I explained my offer to make his portrait and send him a copy, he looked to his wife for a decision. She said "It's up to you." I explained that I'm an amateur photographer and he shrugged, saying "Ok." Meet Brian.
I suggested we take a couple of steps closer to the hallway windows which were spilling good light into the area and pulled out my cell phone, setting it on Portrait. I took the "test photo" and showed it to him. He seemed a bit embarrassed by the unexpected attention and I took one more photo, then deferred to his wife's judgment. She chose her favorite of the two and seemed pleased.
I explained the Human Family Project and gave him the choice to have his portrait shared with the group. He again deferred to his wife who again said "It's up to you." He said "I guess so." I said I thought his portrait would make a nice addition to the project.
I proceeded to ask a bit about him and he said he is from a city about 45 min. from Kingston and that he and his wife were there to provide transportation for their daughter who was getting pain treatment. I said I get treatments for knees, back, and now a finger and that KOPI is a wonderful resource. They both agreed. When I asked what kind of work he has done he said mostly shipping and receiving - a lot of the time he's loading and unloading trucks. We talked a bit about the trucking industry since I've read some books about it which he said sounded pretty accurate. He said he's lucky in that he doesn't have to spend time away from home as truckers do. He commented that someone at work saw a resemblance between him and the country musician Merle Haggard. I said there may be some truth in that and that if you are going to resemble someone, it should be someone famous.
When I asked if he could share a message with the project - a piece of advice or something he believes in, he said "Just that we need to love each other. We may be from different countries and have different colored skin, but we are all part of the same family and we need to remember that." I told him his message was perfect for The Human Family Project.
Just then I saw my wife arriving and got his email address and gave him a contact card for my Flickr account.
I said it was nice meeting Brian and his wife and I hope their daughter has a good experience with the KOPI clinic.
Thank you Brian, for participating in my Human Family Project. You are my 892nd submission to The Human Family Group. You can see more photos and stories of strangers by going to The Human Family.
Ink and marker on bristol
This piece and my other new work can be seen at the Heights Modern Home Gallery in Houston, TX. The opening reception is Saturday December 5 from 4-6 pm. The show will run through the month of December. Details:
Heights Modern Home
540 W 19th St
Houston, TX 77008
713-880-1160
"The dragonfly, in almost every part of the world #symbolizes #change and change in the #perspective of #self #realization; and the kind of change that has its source in #mental and #emotional #maturity and the #understanding of the #deepermeaning of #life"
#treasure #nikon moment of the day #dragonfly ...rarely can I get these shots, especially #babywearing I truly see that moment as a judgment of #selfawareness and I #passed !! :) #blue #green #macro #bokeh #combo
I was standing alone, not sure of what I really wanted to do with my camera. I needed a distraction, an opportunity to understand, to realize...none, but myself. It needed some self admittance that I was willing to look for flaws in a system that I believed were governed by principles of fairness. I am flawed, I just needed some courage. This photograph was taken a few days ago. I didn't like it as much. When I looked at it today, I liked it. I liked my flaws. They were nice to have. They made me feel who I am. As the Sun set, dark clouds welcomed a what was to be torrential and stormy evening. I noticed this solitary bird flying towards a mass of dark clouds, fearless in its journey, with a solitary objective to reach home. I sincerely wished the bird a safe passage...in its flight there was left behind some courage for me to pick up...
Gift shop at Self-Realization Fellowship's Lake Shrine in Pacific Palisades, Los Angeles. [12 of 12]
Alternate edit of the previous image.
Photographed on Ilford FP4+ and developed in PMK
Camera used: Intrepid 8x10 with the f4.5 Kodak Ektar 12" lens. Exact exposure details not recorded, but probably 20 seconds or more at f22 or thereabouts.
I’ve recently had a realization about the tree roots work I’ve been doing in the Marys River over the past 7 years: there’s a connection between what I’m doing (the act of wading deep in the river to make the photographs, perhaps more than the photographs themselves) and something from my distant past that apparently I’ve never really come to terms with. This is difficult to talk about.
When I was maybe 7 or 8 we were spending the summer at the family’s cottage - my mother and brother and I. We had a cat with us that summer (a cat I remember nothing about - no name, nothing, which is surprising) and she was pregnant. One warm summers evening, she gave birth to 4 or 5 kittens. I have a vague memory of the cat giving birth in a cardboard box under the kitchen sink. The next thing I remember is my mother carrying a pillowcase with something in it down to the lake and telling me not to follow her. But I did follow her a few moments later, in time to see her holding the pillowcase under the water. The only thing I remember after that is that she cried about what had happened. I didn’t understand what she’d done, or what happened to the kittens. She’d drowned them, of course. We couldn’t keep them - we didn’t have the financial resources to care for so many cats (and I doubt my father would have tolerated them). I don’t remember if my mother explained what happened or if I just figured it out, but I understood, and I was changed by this understanding. I couldn’t understand how my mother could have done such a thing. It created a huge question mark in my psyche about the nature of our species that I wouldn’t have any kind of answer for until much later in my life.
I’ve realized there’s some psychological connection between my memory of this event and my exploring the river to make photographs of the trees, reaching into the water with their arms/roots. It makes me think of my mother’s arms holding that pillowcase underwater. It’s shocking how events from our early lives shape who we become and guide our pursuits in later life.
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- Hidenka Leia
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What John Muir Knew About the Sierra
"Few places in this world are more dangerous than home. Fear not, therefore, to try the mountain passes. They will kill care, save you from deadly apathy, set you free, and call forth every faculty into vigorous, enthusiastic action." — John Muir
There is a natural human tendency—especially for those of us who spend our days steeped in structure, logic, and analytical frameworks—to try to optimize every variable of life. We build schedules. We construct predictable environments. We stay close to home because home is controlled; it is a closed system where the inputs generally guarantee the outputs.
Yet John Muir viewed that exact predictability as a quiet hazard. To Muir, "home" wasn’t just a roof and four walls; it was the insulated, over-civilized routine that dulls our edges. When he wrote that home is dangerous, he was pointing directly at deadly apathy, the slow, imperceptible erosion of our attention and energy when we never face anything larger or more complex than ourselves.
His antidote was simple: head into the Range of Light.
The Geometry of Granite
When you step off the pavement and into the Sierra Nevada, the illusion of total control dissolves almost immediately. Whether you are navigating the switchbacks of a steep granite pass, winding through the giant sequoias, or simply feeling the thin, crisp air at elevation, the mountains demand absolute presence.
In a classroom or an office, we can afford to let our minds drift. On a Sierra trail, amidst scree fields and exposed ridges, distraction is not an option. You must read the terrain, anticipate the grade, and respect the physical reality of the elevation. As Muir observed, the mountain passes call forth every faculty into vigorous, enthusiastic action.
There is a brilliant elegance to this kind of exertion. In mathematics, we often look for beauty in simplicity—a complex, chaotic system reduced to a clean, foundational truth. Moving through the backcountry operates on that exact same principle:
The Signal over the Noise: The constant, low-grade hum of daily anxieties (the emails, the schedules, the administrative friction) gets stripped away by the physical demand of the climb. What remains is only what matters: breathing, footing, pacing, and direction.
A Shift in Scale: It is easy to feel outsized by our daily frustrations until you stand at the base of a glacially carved valley or look out over an endless expanse of alpine wilderness. The sheer scale of the Sierra provides immediate, undeniable perspective. You are small, and the world is vast—a realization that is oddly liberating.
Muir didn't just walk through the Sierra; he immersed himself in its rhythms. He understood that true vitality requires friction—that our minds and bodies need a certain level of resistance to stay sharp.
We often think of rest as complete passivity—sitting on the couch, minimizing movement, avoiding exertion. But Muir challenges us to reconsider where true restoration happens. Sometimes, the most effective way to clear the mental slate isn't to rest the body, but to engage it entirely. When you put yourself on a long, winding trail rising above the timberline, the physical effort doesn't deplete your energy; it recycles it.
The next time the walls of your routine start to feel a little too predictable, remember Muir’s diagnosis. The comfort of the known can be its own kind of trap. Look eastward toward the Sierra, find a trail that asks something real of you, and let the mountain passes do their work.
I once asked a neighbor if he ever plans to sell his car, an older model Cadillac that he keeps in immaculate condition. He laughed and said he intended to be buried in the car. His attachment was obvious and his answer predictable. I think he felt the car somehow defined him. I was thinking yesterday about the images that define us as photographers. Suppose Flickr instituted a policy whereby you could post only a single photo. Would you have one in mind? It's rhetorical I suppose but it does make you think. It brought to mind my session with Jill in this windswept cornfield back in October. We were almost frantic in the days leading up to the shoot knowing that the corn might be harvested at any moment and our opportunity would be lost. Little did we know that the corn would linger until just yesterday, December 11. I passed by this field and noticed it had been reduced to stubble as the harvesters had cut down the stalks the night before. The corn had served its purpose, both for this and subsequent shoots. But I was still hit with a moment of wistful sadness that the scene had been destroyed. Same feeling I get when a favorite abandonment is demolished. Anyway I came across this image while looking back through the session folder. While several different poses were developed, it was this scarecrow scene that I had pictured in my mind for some years beforehand. We worked up to this moment gradually with several preliminary poses. When the moment finally arrived and Jill took her position in the cornfield with outstretched arms, my heart was literally racing. The realization of my vision was electrifying. Determined not to blow this, I shot from many angles, not knowing what would work best. At one point, while balancing atop a wobbly stepladder, I pulled out my smartphone to shoot some quick video sequences. In a moment of inspiration (or guidance from the universe) I switched the iPhone to still picture mode and fired off a few frames. Just as my neighbor views his Cadillac, I think this single frame defines me as a photographer. If I'm ever asked to exhibit just a single photo, this is the one.
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As I was in good shape this morning and it cleared up beautifully, I was really glad to find that many insects including this butterfly(Painted Lady) in the photo florisugenting or sipping the honey busily. You may remember this flower which is called mizosoba in Japanese, which I uploaded on October 14th. To use the same expression insects were tempted by the sunshine to go out on a beautiful autumn morning.
My new set of butterflies see here please.
First afternoon off work because I felt like it...upon arrival...the realization that idle time is a burden set in...the mind wanders...there was only one solution...take a walk with the MKIII and the 100-400mm. After about 15 minutes in the still 85 Deg F heat I was done...my first thoughts on what to call this shoot was "Butterflies & B.S." A Variety of Things Seen.
There had been a passing shower and the Rose of Sharon blooms were neatly rolled away...awaiting the Sun's return.
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Your own Self-Realization is the greatest service you can render the world. Ramana Maharshi.
Ramana Maharshi (30 December 1879 – 14 April 1950) was a Hindu sage and jivanmukta. He was born Venkataraman Iyer, but is most commonly known by the name Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi.
He was born in what is now Tiruchuli, Tamil Nadu, India. In 1895, an attraction to the holy hill Arunachala and the 63 Nayanars was aroused in him, and in 1896, at the age of 16, he had a "death-experience" where he became aware of a "current" or "force" (avesam) which he recognised as his true "I" or "self", which he later identified with Ishvara. This resulted in a state that he later described as "the state of mind of Iswara or the jnani". Six weeks later he left his uncle's home in Madurai, and journeyed to the holy mountain Arunachala, Tiruvannamalai, where he took on the role of a sannyasin (though not formally initiated), and remained for the rest of his life.
He soon attracted devotees who regarded him as an avatar and came to him for darshan ("the sight of God"), and in later years an ashram grew up around him, where visitors received upadesa ("spiritual instruction") by sitting silently in his company and raising their concerns and questions. Since the 1930s his teachings have been popularised in the West, resulting in worldwide recognition as an enlightened being.
Ramana Maharshi approved to a number of paths and practices, but recommended self-enquiry as the principal means to remove ignorance and abide in Self-awareness, together with bhakti (devotion) or surrender to the Self. Source Wikipedia.
Sunrise
Taken at 05:20 AM - real time - 04:20 GMT
Some of the most profound realizations occur while walking alone on remote paths like these. Every species, regardless of its scale, lives an ephemeral life so beautifully and inextricably entangled that the loss of even one ripples through the entire ecosystem and eventually the Earth itself. It is a fragile reality that often eludes human comprehension until the consequences become stark.
While out here, I watched a butterfly feeding on nectar and began wondering about the 'why' of it all. What is the purpose of a butterfly at 2250m? To pollinate. Why pollination here? So the alpine flora may thrive. Why must the flora thrive? To sustain the bees and the soil. And so it went on and on, endlessly.
In that moment, I realized I would never truly grasp the full depth of this design. I saw that my own presence, my breath, my footsteps, my very gaze, altered this delicate balance in its own unique way. And ultimately, the 'I' in my head simply reduced to nothing.
back in 9th grade, when I had a hard time finding friends I could count on and used to spend my days being home alone, my mum gave me a card for my birthday with this quote on it: "Good friends are like stars - you don't always see them, but you know they are always there." (unknown author). I had it on my wall and it gave me a comforting feeling whenever I looked at it. somehow I knew that one day, that quote would be true.
exactly five years later I was sitting on the wall of a ruin on top of a hill in the middle of the night, surrounded by my friends, to party into my birthday. and suddenly I remembered that quote. and I realized that it had become true. in that moment, some of my friends were present and others weren't, but I knew that all of them would always be there for me, whether I could see them or not. I took this photograph just before we left, without second thoughts, and forgot about it until I got my films developed. it wasn’t until now that I realized how well all that would go together.
my scanner created the "stars"
september 17, 2010
Strobist: AB1600 with gridded 60X30 softbox overhead. AB800 open behind backdrop of white faux suede.Triggered by Cybersync.
Mural entitled "Realization of Your Own Creation" by Nychos aka @nychos, seen at 694 Mateo Street in the Arts District of Los Angeles, California.
Photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
Edit by Teee.
The Vietnam Traveling Memorial Wall is a 3/5 scale replica of the Vietnam Memorial in Washington DC. It stands six feet tall at the center and covers almost 300 feet from end to end. 58,195 names of fallen servicemen and women are inscribed on it.
This Traveling Memorial stands as a reminder of the great sacrifices made during the Vietnam War. It was made for the purpose of helping heal and rekindle friendships and to allow people may not be able to make the trip to Washington DC the opportunity to visit and honor loved ones in their home town.
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Wie entscheiden Sie ?
Mit Herz oder Verstand, mit Intuition oder genauer Analyse ihres Zeitbudgets ?
Vielleicht hilft eine neue Erkenntnis von Forschern weiter : Je mehr es zu bedenken gibt, desto weniger sollte man darüber nachdenken.
Klingt paradox. Aber das ist kluges Entscheiden häufig.
How do you decide?
With heart or understanding, with intuition or exact analysis of your time budget? Perhaps a new realization of researchers helps: The more it to consider gives, the less should think one about it. Sounds paradoxical. But that is frequent intelligent deciding.
I generally start regretting every display of emotion I have about five minutes after its over.
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this collage was made up of several other photos i've taken during this month, assembled together, to convey one statement....
view LARGE for extra realization.
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I cross over this lake nearly every day, driving my car along a causeway at 50+ mph. I always gaze out across the water to look at the sky. Impulsively last evening I decided to pull over on the drive home from work. I had my camera. and the clouds were forming a nice backdrop. Outside of the car, the place takes on an entirely different atmosphere. I was overwhelmed by the stillness. I'm so accustomed to flying across here at high speed it actually felt weird to just be standing at the water's edge. I felt the breeze coming over the open water and hitting me square in the face, not intense but unrelenting. The breeze brought forth the not unpleasant smell of nature, of water, another thing lost to the passing motorist. I could hear sea birds squawking overhead; I always wonder why they come so far inland. The ripples in the water were coming straight toward me, pushed by the wind. It gave the sense that I was moving as if in a canoe. Off in the distance I could hear the sound of passing cars and trucks, and suddenly they seemed oddly of place when just a few minutes ago it was me who felt oddly out of place. It was a wonderful realization.
Anti-Stylistic Realizations.
Mae darganfyddiadau tonnau a brofir yn barhaus yn erbyn gwreichion a ddanfonir gwifrau copaon anhysbys enfawr yn chwythu grymoedd damweiniau,
riflettere congetture paure intense indagini slitta decadenza tende sezionate semplificate tessuti incessanti pareti sostanziali,
toezicht vreemde tekens achteruitgang oude begraafplaatsen labyrinten diepe douane duisternis oude winkels geheimzinnige dichter arbeid geluiden omzoomde valleien,
ri alto planos ociosos cansando camponeses personagens absurdos ventos ocultos sorrisos intocáveis anos fabulosos mares primitivos ternos instantâneos,
ad compescendos animi par persuadendum accommodata Ex Melodiae deprauationem de naviculas hallucinating dubiis solere vestigia sistunt varieque luminaria mirifice referens adinventionem facito,
ちらっと見た目は物語を聞いた巨大な月邪悪な夜滅びる悪魔最も暗い嵐痴漢されたビジョンステルスな動き群れ顔運命旅行者.
Steve.D.Hammond.
A beautiful garden does not need to be big, but it should be the realization of one’s dream, even though it is only a couple of square metres large and it is situated on a balcony”.
So explained Captain Neil Mc Eacharn, the man who created these marvellous gardens. Many thousands of plants, brought from the far corners of the world, and rare collections, some of them unique in Europe and acclimatized after long laborious efforts, have been arranged with art in this beautiful setting, between the mountains and the lake.
In facts, back in 1931 the Scottish Captain decided to buy the estate called “La Crocetta” from the Marquise of Sant’Elia to transform it into a specimen of English Garden, situated in a strip of Italy which could remind him of his native Scotland, though it has more softness and wealth of tones. This work had to meet two basic requirements: the aesthetical and the botanical one. Botanical exigencies, as the different vegetations had to find the most ideal conditions of ground and climate. The stages of the creation of the new gardens saw different working stages, until their termination in 1940.
Amongst the most significant works are: the “Valletta”, created by large scale excavations; the irrigation plant, fed by water pumped directly from the lake to a reservoir from which it is conveyed to the furthest limits of the garden; the Terraced Gardens with waterfalls, swimming pool, water lily and lotus pools; the Winter Garden and the Bog Garden; ornamental fountains and water sprays.
Having, so, realized his garden, which he named Villa Taranto in memory of an ancestor Marshall McDonald, on whom Napoleon conferred the Dukedom of Taranto, Captain Mc Eacharn wanted to ensure that his work would be continued after him and with great generosity presented it to the Italian State.
The burden of maintaining the estate was taken over by the Ente Giardini Botanici Villa Taranto “Cap. Neil Mc Eacharn” after the founder’s death on April 18, 1964. He was buried in a chapel - mausoleum built for the purpose, in the gardens. In the same mausoleum now rest also the estate’s administrator Antonio Cappelletto and his family. The purpose of this Ente is to preserve for Italy and the world this incomparable botanical treasure and its natural beauties.
When visiting the gardens, one can find dream landscapes and captivating reflections in the water of mysterious flowers, sacred to Egyptian mythology. From the romantic Valletta to the carpets of heathers, from the hot-houses with the “Victoria Amazonica” to the Azalea, Maple, Rhododendron and Camellia avenues, from the rare lilies and the gardens of Dahlias with more than 300 varieties to the myriad hues of spring blooms, against the background of the Italian Garden or in the mellow glow of autumn, VILLA TARANTO rewards the visitor with endless scenes of changing beauty and deep inner poetry.
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As the glass falls to the ground, Matt comes to the realization that he is not in the place he thought he was. No this place is a lab. The chemicals around him distort his senses even more than they were before. A man steps out of a fog-like haze that was in front of Matt's already hindered vision. The man is wearing a mask to cover his face and a long cape to cover his body. Matt deduces that the large cape and cloak around the man is probably to hide the frail physic of his body. The mask however is a strange decision as obviously with Matt's lack of mask the man knows that Matt is blind. The man breaks the silence with a chilling and almost inhuman voice.
"Ah, you're awake and out of your cell. A shame you had to break your cell. Those did cost so much money to install."
"Who are you?"
"Oh, that's right, you might not remember me, seeing how the last time we talked you were under the impression of my new fear-inducing chemicals. My name is Mister Fear, obviously not my real name, but that's all you get for the time being."
"Where am I and why am I here?"
"You Matt, or should I call you Daredevil?"
"..."
"You, Daredevil, are here in my lab, just outside Hell's Kitchen, to be my test subject."
"Test subject?"
"Ah yes, like I said, my fear-inducing chemical. I prefer chemical over toxin as it sounds less cynical, but that's not important. What is important is the side effects of the chemical. The very real dream, or nightmare to be more specific, state you are put in is the result of the chemical."
"Why me?"
"'The Man Without Fear.' That's what they call you. I just had to test that. To my surprise, and mild enjoyment I found that the title is just a newspaper worthy title. 'The Man with Little Fear,' that doesn't really sell papers, now does it?"
Matt steps back to the wall and as discretely as possible grabs a piece of glass that was still connected to the wall.
"My pain will no longer be an outlet for your amusement!"
Matt charges at Mister Fear with the glass shard aimed towards the man's head. Mister Fear dodges the first swing, but unfortunately for him gets hit by the second swing which connected to his side. The pain of the cut caused the man to fall to the floor in pain and grab his side.
"No! Please!"
"The Buddha is said to have given a 'silent sermon' once during which he held up a flower and gazed at it. After a while, one of those present, a monk called Mahakasyapa, began to smile. He is said to have been the only one who had understood the sermon. According to legend, that smile (that is to say, realization) was handed down by twenty eight successive masters and much later became the origin of Zen."
Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth
و مثل بادبزن، ذهن، سطح روشن گل را
گرفته بود به دست
و باد می زد خود را.
سهراب سپهری