You Can Run But You Cannot Hide.

by UG the anti-guru

Figure caption with the NPR political article/source:

"A display of a series of skeletons showing the evolution of humans at the Peabody Museum, New Haven, Conn., circa 1935."

That, and copying Huxley’s famous figure, might be what the museum exhibit creator had in mind, but these 80 or so years later we’re all done recklessly and inaccurately insinuating that we evolved from gorillas, that evolved from chimps, that evolved from orangutans, that evolved from gibbons. 

A row of primate skeletons does not depict human evolution any more than a row of dog skeletons depicts the evolution of dogs. 

It’s images like this that perpetuate misunderstandings that contribute to the obstacles to evolution acceptance. And of all places to mislead readers about evolution, an article about evolution denial is definitely not one. 

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The sky was really pretty today

¿no mas solomente's?

Plundered poetry (is) More divine than sacred prose Speaks languages of forgotten magic spells Becomes supine, opens like a rose Whispering incantation for a lovers yells

my courage was dashed

Calmness is the cradle of "true power"

The presence of an Ailanthus Altissima or tree of heaven, in the centre of the narrow garden sandwichedbetween Duncan Terrace and Colebrook Row further heightened the local context as they both stress. They later found another tree of heaven in the Oremorne Gardens and used the species as a way of linking both locations. Jo Joelson and Bruce Gilchrist also explain that the name of the tree within the project’s title could have some kind of utopian pretensions. “But as an added layer of biodiversity speak, there's irony in the title of "Spontaneous City in the Tree of Heaven".'' Functioning as an allegory of population crash and dwindling biodiversity Spontaneous City, “could also be interpreted as a metaphor for voidance,” the duo explain.

~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.

Enter The Void

“Keep your mouth shut and your motherfucking chakras open.”

To understand meditation in a nutshell, go get a camera and take two pictures of the same thing.

For the first, hold your camera as still as possible, and take a picture.

For the second, shake your camera back and forth as fast as you can while you snap the photo.

The difference between...