When the Symbols Shatter

I could not ask to live in any other moment of history than this

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René Magritte, The Land of Miracles, 1964

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"On my twenty-fifth birthday, when I had lived one quarter of a century, I was nearly dead, almost catatonic, without the will to live. By my twenty-sixth birthday, I wanted more than anything to live. I was one year old, an infant born out of a corpse, still with the smell of death on her, but hating death.”

Andrea Dworkin

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𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝙴𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚜

𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝟻 : 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛

the quiet kids, kids who like to disappear inside their own mind, kids who don't want to lose the safety it provides. Its likely that E5 kid didn't feel nurtured enough, especially by their mother which caused the painful feelings of longing, isolation. To defend themselves against those feelings the kids started to occupy their minds with something else, they retreated into their mind. The kids thought by not wanting any emotional nourishment from the nurturing figure they can truly become independent. Its possible the kids never felt safe with their family. Detachment & forcing themselves to not desire any emotional engagement with others became their defense mechanism. As a child it feels very overwhelming and unsafe for them to leave their mind. When the E5 kids needed other people's mental support the most in order to survive , they were neglected & left alone. Most likely the mother figure was unresponsive to E5 kid. As an adult, they are forever stuck in the last & third phase of separation "detachment" since childhood.

{ writing this was a bit uncomfortable for me as an E5 because it brings back the painful feelings from childhood. }

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"Ascending Dragon"

This is a picture I took of Namego Valley, deep in the mountains of Nara Prefecture. This place is located in a very remote location and is called one of the most beautiful spots in Japan by those in the know. There are deciduous forests along the dark green coniferous mountain ridges, and during the fall foliage season, the scenery looks like a dragon ascending to the heavens. This view, which appears quietly only during the few days of the best-conditioned fall season every year, is truly a beautiful art created by nature.

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Your attention didn’t collapse. It was stolen by Johann Hari

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let me tell you, i could barely make it through this paragraph, but this shit is important

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Another part of the article that really grabbed me:

“At the moment it’s as though we are all having itching powder poured over us all day, and the people pouring the powder are saying: ‘You might want to learn to meditate. Then you wouldn’t scratch so much.’”

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John Collier - Priestess of Delphi

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- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)

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Georges Achille-Fould (French, 1868-1951): Madame Satan (1904) (via AWARE Women Artists)

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Saturn. American Tract Society Almanac. 1860.

Internet Archive

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Gero Schwanberg: helping hand balcony Location: Wien, Austria

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A rustic-style cottage for a young family in search of a haven from the city in Mairiporã, São Paulo by @MacroArq. Photo by @victoraffaro

Get Inspired, visit www.myhouseidea.com

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Jean Le Noir (Attributed), The Wound of Christ, from the Prayer Book of Bonne de Luxembourg,  French, c.1345 © akg-images

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“Lovers who only pursue the joys of visible flesh have never succeeded in becoming united, nor in loving each other. When they lie side by side in their beds, they are nevertheless far apart, separated by an impassable thread of air, by the sword of forgetfulness; because they will never dream the same dream. Each of them pursues his solitary road, without his companion. Only when lovers are capable of dreaming the same dream are they truly Lovers. When they love one another in their dreams.”

~Miguel Serrano, Nos, Book of the Resurrection

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