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Mike Driver
oozey mess
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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
NASA
blake kathryn
styofa doing anything
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Claire Keane
@theartofmadeline
RMH
Xuebing Du
Jules of Nature
Today's Document
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Janaina Medeiros
hello vonnie
ojovivo
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Yugen is at the core of the appreciation of beauty and art in Japan. It values the power to evoke, rather that the ability to state directly. The principle of Yugen shows that real beauty exists when, through its suggestiveness, only a few words, or few brush strokes, can suggest what has not been said or shown, and hence awaken many inner thoughts and feelings.
Chinese animation about the Monkey King.
Niềm vui, hạnh phúc chỉ hiện diện chung quanh, trong tầm tay và ở hiện tại. Vậy thì tội gì phải kiếm tìm xa xôi để rôi chỉ nhận lấy những cô đơn ray rức?
Happiness, contentment is here everywhere, in our hands and in the present. So why do we look for it in distant places only to receive agonizing loneliness?
If my house was burning and I had to grab the things I most value, it would be my laptop, my journals, and this photo. This boy—I call him a boy even though he would be over 65 if he were still alive—taught me the meaning compassion and love. Even with the years between us, the generations, the hazy border between between life and death, I feel like I know him. It is because of him that I fell in love with the beauty of unrequited love; it is because of him that the protagonists in my stories, as of this point, will never experience reciprocated love.
This boy was in love with my mother over forty years ago. That girl—with the face that so often gets mistaken for mine—was my mother. The photo was taken four months before he marched onto a crop field somewhere in Central Viet Nam with his men and a mine blew him to pieces.
He and my mother wrote letters to each other while he was in the war. She sent him books and he told her stories about his men. His letters were the first Vietnamese things I’ve read and understood completely. When I finished, I was a soppy emotional mess.
It’s completely incomprehensible to me how someone his age—only a year older than I am now, 25—could have such compassion in the midst of war. How he could have such forgiveness for the “enemy.” How he could recognize them as his brothers, saying how they were all children of Au-Co.
When I feel most hopeless, when writing and even books can’t pull me back up, I read his letters and talk to him. (Does that make me crazy?) His words became my words, his dreams became my dreams, his compassion became mine. I don’t usually share his photo with people. It’s like that one scene in Saving Private Ryan when Captain Miller says memories of his wife are ones “he keeps just for himself.” It has been the same with me.
But I think it’s time I shared him with the world. Actually him, instead of representations of him in my stories. These days, the world needs more compassion such as his.
Steamed buns. They have a long history, dating back to the Jin Dynasty in fact.
Chinese noodles. Specifically flour noodles. Yum Yum.
Everybody needs a little Hokusai in their lives.
Japanese interior design. Classy.
Tao.
"A blind and deaf bullet buried in the field / Dozing through decades of blood and bones / Then one morning / In a bustling future / As the children return to the field" - Tran Vang Sao invokes the voice of children in an apology for the failings of parents and the buried legacy of war they leave behind.
Thanh Tâm Tuyền (1936-2006), excerpt Resurrection: "a shout is a prayer for the waiting centuries I want to live like I want to die among intersecting breaths a flaming chest I call softly dear open the door to your heart my living spirit has turned into a child as pure as the truth one time."
Tea. 'Nuff Said.
Jackie Chan!!!
Timeless and modern-looking Japanese art by Kuniyoshi Utagawa.
Lady Trieu, legendary warrior of Vietnam. A very traditional depiction.
Mount Longhu (龙虎山; literally "Dragon Tiger Mountain"), is located in Jiangxi, China. It is famous for being one of the birthplaces of Taoism, with many Taoist temples built upon the mountainside. There are more Taoist temples in nearby Shangqing (上清). One of the temples in Shangqing is mentioned in the beginning of the famous Chinese novel (水浒传) "Outlaws of the Marsh".
