If there is no extant God and no extant gods, no good and no evil, no right and no wrong, no meaning and no purpose: if there are no values that are inherently valuable; no justice that is ultimately justifiable; no reasoning that is fundamentally rational, then there is no sane way to choose between science, religion, racism, philosophy, nationalism, art, conservatism, nihilism, liberalism, surrealism, fascism, asceticism, egalitarianism, subjectivism, elitism, ismism. If reason is incapable of deducing ultimate, non-arbitrary human ends, and nothing can be judged as ultimately more important than anything else, then freedom is equal to slavery; cruelty is equal to kindness; love is equal to hate; war is equal to peace; dignity is equal to contempt; destruction is equal to creation; life is equal to death and death is equal to life. Nihilism represents the ultimate logical conclusion of our great values and ideals- because we must experience nihilism before we can find out what value these “values” really had.
― Mitchell Heisman, Suicide Note
'it seems that the most important question is whether there is an important question.
― Mitchell Heisman, Suicide Note

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

As the earth reclaims its due,
And the cycle starts anew,
We’ll stay ,always
In the love that we have
Shared before time.

If the years take away
Every memory that I have
I would still know the way
That would lead me back to your side.
The North star may die
But the light that I see in your eyes
Will burn there always
Lit by the love we have
Shared before time.

When the forest turns to jade
And the stories that we’ve made.
Dissolve away
One shining light will still remain.

When we shed our earthly skin,
And when our real life begins,
There’ll be no shame
Just the love that we have made before time.

‘And in this love of the blunt edges and limits of language he always cared most for illegitimate texts… Language transfixed on its own inadequacy. Language at the point of breakdown, at the edges of sense, on the edge of not coping at all.’
(Etchells, 102)

c0ssette:

Details of Michelangelo’s masterpiece “David” 1501–1504

(Reblogged from jewahl)

We are not permitted to linger, even with what is most intimate. From images that are full, the spirit plunges on to others that suddenly must be filled; there are no lakes till eternity. Here, falling is bested. To fall from the mastered emotion into the guessed-at, and onward.
-Rilke, ‘To Holderlin’

Mnemosyne

 

The fruits are ripe, dipped in fire,
Cooked and sampled on earth.  And there’s a law,
That things crawl off in the manner of snakes,
Prophetically, dreaming on the hills of heaven.
And there is much that needs to be retained,
Like a load of wood on the shoulders.
But the pathways are dangerous.
The captured elements and ancient laws of earth
Run astray like horses.  There is a constant yearning
For all that is unconfined.  But much needs
To be retained.  And loyalty is required.
Yet we mustn’t look forwards or backwards.
We should let ourselves be cradled
As if on a boat rocking on a lake.

But what about things that we love?
We see sun shining on the ground, and the dry dust,
And at home the forests deep with shadows,
And smoke flowering from the rooftops,
Peacefully, near the ancient crowning towers.
These signs of daily life are good,
Even when by contrast something divine
Has injured the soul.
For snow sparkles on an alpine meadow,
Half-covered with green, signifying generosity
Of spirit in all situations, like flowers in May —
A wanderer walks up above on a high trail
And speaks irritably to a friend about a cross
He sees in the distance, set for someone
Who died on the path… what does it mean?

(Source: poyzn)

(Reblogged from christopherrobinandalice)

Andre Masson


John Lee Hooker, Hands on Guitar

John Lee Hooker, Hands on Guitar

(Source: lostinurbanism)

(Reblogged from gorimbaud)

svenxkristoff:

holaandrew:

skunkandburningtires:

Every Disney castle from Snow White to Frozen.

you forgot stitch’s sand castle 

LOOK HOW HAPPY AND IMPRESSED HE IS WITH HE’S SANDCASTLE HES SO PROUD ITS ADORABLE

(Reblogged from disneyfreak94)

life as a performance, grotesque in theatre and art, deafening silence too, suchness and the void, no judgment, mockery of the desperation for the rational underscored by a fierce love of life and compassion for all things. Allowing beauty and terror to exist in the same breath. The only way to face and dance with the depths of the cosmos.

The Whole Sort of General Mish Mash (WSOGMM)

The Whole Sort of General Mish Mash (WSOGMM) is the sum total of all the different ways that exists of looking at things, or more specifically, all the different probabilities that exist through which you could look at things.
The Whole Sort of General Mish Mash is a metaphor created to help people better understand a part of the complex concepts presented by the complicated web of probabilities and possibilities (parallel universes, one could say) presented by creation.
“You create a universe by perceiving it, so everything in the universe you perceive is specific to you.”

The Whole Sort of General Mish Mash, one could say, should be viewed as a plate of pie, or as a large tank of water. You could slice it and divide it up any way you’d like, and you’ll almost always find a way of looking at things somewhere in probability (a parallel universe) that somebody will find familiar.
It should be noted that the idea of the Whole Sort of General Mish Mash supersedes the very idea of a parallel universes, and that the term is used in the above article only because it provides a comfortable thing with which one can equate, and better understand, the WSOGMM.

tiny-librarian:

'The Death of Caesar” by Jean Leon Gerome.

(Reblogged from tiny-librarian)

fleurdulys:

Cock Fight - Jean-Leon Gerome

1846

(Reblogged from fleurdulys)