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to tell a story in the form of flowers, what would i say?
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In Paracelsus’ theory of Three Principles, Mercury signifies the quality of volatility, Sulphur signifies the quality of unctuousness, and Salt signifies solidity. Sulphur, he says, is whatever boils, an oil; Mercury is whatever rises as fumes, a liquor; and Salt is what remains in the ashes, an alkali. The terms indicate actual materials that make up a thing. Each thing can be broken down into its Mercury, Sulphur, and Salt, and this holds not just for the realm of metals and minerals but for all flora and fauna.
Brian Cotnoir, Practical Alchemy
Friedrich Nietzsche, from The Will to Power
Text ID: The fanatic, the possessed, the religious epileptic, all eccentrics have been experienced as the highest types of power;as divine. […] To make oneself sick, mad, to provoke the symptoms of derangement and ruin—that was taken for becoming stronger, more superhuman, more terrible, wiser…
— Frank Bidart, from “Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; ‘The War of Vaslav Nijinsky’", published c. 2017.
Nihilism as a psychological state will have to be reached, first, when we have sought a "meaning" in all events that is not there: so the seeker eventually becomes discouraged. Nihilism, then, is the recognition of the long waste of strength, the agony of the "in vain," insecurity, the lack of any opportunity to recover and to regain composure--being ashamed in front of oneself, as if one had deceived oneself all too long.--This meaning could have been: the "fulfillment" of some highest ethical canon in all events, the moral world order; or the growth of love and harmony in the intercourse of beings; or the gradual approximation of a state of universal happiness; or even the development toward a state of universal annihilation--any goal at least constitutes some meaning. What all these notions have in common is that something is to be achieved through the process--and now one realizes that becoming aims at nothing and achieves nothing.-- Thus, disappointment regarding an alleged aim of becoming as a cause of nihilism: whether regarding a specific aim or, universalized, the realization that all previous hypotheses about aims that concern the whole "evolution" are inadequate (man no longer the collaborator, let alone the center, of becoming).
Friedrich Nietzsche, from The Will to Power
𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹
[ID: I hate everything that does not relate to literature, conversations bore me (even if they relate to literature), to visit people bores me, the sorrows and joys of my relatives bore me to my soul. Conversations take the importance, the seriousness, the truth out of everything I think END ID]
Gustave Loiseau (French, 1865-1935), Autoportrait à la cigarette [Self-portrait with cigarette], c.1918. Gouache, charcoal and pencil on paper, 37 x 25 cm.
Picasso gave those hand earrings to Frida Kahlo after being impressed by her charismatic personality and her paintings.
Frida Kahlo photographed by Nickolas Muray, 1939 Self Portrait, Dedicated to Dr Eloesser, 1940 Pablo Picasso and Frida Kahlo in Paris, colourized, 1939 Frida Kahlo sitting next to Pablo Picasso’s “Acrobat” serigraph, photographed by Manuel Álvarez Bravo at the Modern Art Society.
“Perhaps I consider myself an intelligent man, only because all my life I have been able neither to begin nor to finish anything.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground
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