Drawing Hands, 1948
Artist: M.C. Escher

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Drawing Hands, 1948
Artist: M.C. Escher
by Kyle Bonallo (ig: @kylebonallo)
Anne Griswold Tyng, Spiral Extension of Helix from Form finds Symmetry in Geometry. 1969
“He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others--the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.” ― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated
A Persian Poem:
“Zendagi az tu, marg az man. Rahaati az tu, narahaati az man. Khushi az tu, ghaam az man. Hama chiz az tu. Wale tu az man.”
translation: “Life is yours, death is mine. Peace is yours, stress is mine. Happiness is yours, sorrow is mine. Everything is yours, But you are mine.”
Sharif Osman Hadi
“I have a simple philosophy: Fill what’s empty. Empty what’s full. Scratch where it itches.”
— Alice Roosevelt Longworth
“In the end, everything is simple.”
— Jean Gebser
“Relationships are about trust. If you have to play detective it is time to move on.”
— Unknown
“I did not direct my life. I didn’t design it. I never made decisions. Things always came up and made them for me. That’s what life is.”
— B. F. Skinner
This unique self-portrait, also known as “view from the left eye”, is the creation of Austrian physicist and philosopher Ernst Mach (famous for his work on supersonic fluid mechanics), who was born #onthisday in 1838. Read more about the image here: https://publicdomainreview.org/collection/self-portrait-by-ernst-mach-1886 #OTD
“Verily, His Command, when He intends a thing, is only that He says to it, ‘Be!’ and it is.” [Surah Yaseen:82]
Facing it — always facing it — that’s the way to get through. — Joseph Conrad,