The Earth Is 4.6 Billion Years Old. Scaling To 46 Years, We’ve Been Here 4 Hours And Our Industrial

There is nothing wrong with being Earthy!

guiding revelation

anyway… ***there is no truth in words***

behold your final paradox.

….ok, so final paradox is a bit dramatic. i would like to forward a clear intent here though, which is to bind some of the ideas that have brought me here together into a nice tidy package. i submit that through cultivated awareness, language modification, and mutual trust we will alter the present course of (our)story to much more compassionate means.

...complicate such as "you" see fit with regards to your your particular level of consciousness.

***what we call a map is actually the territory relating to itself (recursively).***

(edit...there is no truth to behold other than ....? the eternal nature of consciousness?)

N2S, look up additional Chernobyl "Diaries"

Jane and Louise Wilson 303 Gallery

Oddments Room

Internationally acclaimed artists Jane and Louise Wilson are known for their film and photographic works, often exploring states of consciousness and the experience of place. This summer a series of large-scale photographs from their ongoing investigation into the 1986 Chernobyl nuclear disaster premieres at the John Hansard Gallery. The exhibition also features a number of other works, many previously unseen in the UK.

Atomgrad (Nature Abhors a Vacuum), 2010 is a suite of eight photographic prints depicting deserted interiors from the abandoned town of Pripyat, situated within the 30km wide Exclusion Zone around the site of the disaster. Books remain on shelves and desks, bed frames remain intact and once-exquisite parquet flooring lies on the ground like rubble. A yardstick appears within each image and is a recurring motif throughout the exhibition. These objects of measurement – functional yet obsolete – act as a marker of scale and order, alluding to the tensions between association and analysis, memory and material fact.

"Photoset" test

Homage for a Fool

My debauchery has been effective enough, to become tired, at least enough for my tastes. And I have lost more than I have won, but still I live on. The hedonist has mostly mortified, and awaits eulogic sympathies. Rest oh you depleted trapping, do not rouse, your time is spent, damage quite done.

Nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy.

Virginia Woolf, Orlando (via wordsnquotes)

You can run but you cannot hide.

I have a confession....I love house music. ¦ ^]

~THE NAMING OF CATS by TS Eliot~ The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn’t just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES. First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily, Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James, Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey – All of them sensible everyday names. There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter, Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames: Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter – But all of them sensible everyday names. But I tell you, a cat needs a name that’s particular, A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified, Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular, Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride? Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum, Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat, Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum- Names that never belong to more than one cat. But above and beyond there’s still one name left over, And that is the name that you never will guess; The name that no human research can discover – But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess. When you notice a cat in profound meditation, The reason, I tell you, is always the same: His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name: His ineffable effable Effanineffable Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

your ❤ is the Light.