That small moments build into bigger adventures. That magic, is something real. That the greatest of all the world's alchemies is the discovery that a life is something cumulative.
I was a wild child, and I couldn't imagine a future where I wasn't a child who climbed rocks and slept in caves. At school, a sentence, a word, or a comma was enough to shoot me to some remote place, a landscape to explore, full of life and details. I rarely finished reading their books, and then there would be a test I couldn't complete. They never asked me about those second places, about all the places I escaped to. 20 years have passed, and I'm still there.
Stunning Ancient Lod Mosaic With Message Of Approaching Danger To The Ship At Sea: During a rescue excavation in 1996 in the town of Lod, one of the most impressive mosaic floors in Israel was discovered! https://www.ancientpages.com/2023/08/14/lod-mosaic-with-message/
This is how it happens for me. Perhaps, also how it happens for you. My morning begins with words, or maybe the words begin with me. Either way, you sit at your desk. You study. You stare. You read. You search for tracks and trails. Impressions in the snow.The marks of something worth following. The signs of something following me. A slow and awkward gait towards anything resembling spring...
A trivial point in what Stephen Hawking describes as “the outer suburbs of an ordinary spiral galaxy, which is itself only one of about a million million galaxies” in the vast cosmos of which we are only an infinitesimal part.
The harsh reality is that "history can live without one person", Chuck Palahniuk says. It does not need us at all. The world keeps turning whether or not we're here.
Hello, everyone! Join us for Monday's theme: #Artworks featuring #mythology. Which work of art depicting a mythological scene, character, or theme do you like best? Why? Tag us and use the hashtag #MythologyMonday for boosts. See you soon!
This bounded infinite of empty is a source of consternation and possibility. A fathomlessness that breaks all beliefs, beyond all we could ever ask or think. The white whale. A blank page. An eye-level ether. A pale winter. You know the feeling. You sit at your desk. You stare. The blinking cursor glares back at me...
#OnThisDay in #history - in 1614, Lavinia Fontana died at the age of 61. She was born in Bologna, the daughter of a painter, who trained her in his craft. She became known as a portraitist, and she attracted wealthy and powerful patrons. When she married, her husband assisted her in her painting business. She was accepted to study at the University of Bologna and earned distinction. Lavinia may have also taught others as she advanced in her career. #art#artist#Italy #OTD#histodons@histodons
‘The #artist: the one who has gone places that the spectator knows he himself would go if only he had the time, the energy, the courage.
The spectator responds with applause, with money, because the artist must continue to devote himself, must keep going.
His effort keeps #beauty alive for all of us, his example shows us what is possible, shows us what we might become, reminds us what it means to be alive.’
Life on the other side of adolescence. When high-school is finished. When college is done. After you're all grown up. After you realize you really haven’t at all...