Loving her was like shaking hands with the devil

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Philip Kirkland Excedrin 1971

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Psychology Today Rejuvenates, 1970.  Illustration by Philip Kirkland.

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Philip Kirkland Excedrin 1971

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Deer are considered to be the sacred messengers of Shinto deities, and are often depicted in mandalas, as seen here. A white stag rides on a cloud, symbolizing his role as a messenger between the earth and the gods. On his saddle is a branch of the sacred sakaki tree and a mirror, which, along with the sword and jewel, is one of the three sacred symbols of Shinto. “Deer Mandala,” 1600s, Japan

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João Ruas: “East of Eden”

[thecolorblockcurator]

Agathe Singer

www.shopagathesinger.com

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Mike Winkelmann  -  http://beeple.tumblr.com  -  https://twitter.com/beeple  -  https://www.behance.net/beeple  -  https://www.youtube.com/user/winkelmm  -  http://www.cartoonbrew.com/artist-of-the-day/artist-day-mike-winkelmann-144882.html  -  https://dribbble.com/beeple  -  https://www.instagram.com/beeple_crap  -  https://www.facebook.com/beeple  -  https://plus.google.com/+MikeWinkelmann  -  https://vimeo.com/beeple  -  https://society6.com/beeple

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Odilon Redon (1840-1916) 

Le Guerrier

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Elliott Erwitt

[larastones]

Blue Elephant and Temple, Dungarpur, Rajasthan, India by Tim Walker

[inneroptics]

John Loengard

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David Maisel

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✋✨🌙

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[inneroptics]

Artur Pastor

GONE FROM MY SIGHT

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says, “There, she is gone.”

Gone where?

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast, hull and spar as she was when she left my side. And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me – not in her.

And, just at the moment when someone says, “There, she is gone,” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”

And that is dying…

Henry Jackson Van Dyke

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Dennis Stock