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I am conscious about myself and everything, and then suddenly, or slowly, my conscious fades out. Switches off. And it’s not existing, and that’s a marvelous feeling. That from existing, I am not existing. And at that moment, nothing can happen to me.

Ingmar Bergman (via rabbitinthemoon)

On point

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Sophia Loren at home 1970 with her killer fucking Francis Bacon collection

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Zoo Zero, 1979, Alain Fleischer

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Ana Mendieta.

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rose garden poetry

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[Dionysus] himself is unimaginable without his followers but does not resemble them. He is seldom drunk, seldom mad, never sexually aroused. The relationship with Ariadne, often depicted, is dignified and restrained. Even in grim situations he retains a smiling tranquility which comes suddenly to seem sinister. (Was he a model for Plato’s portrayal of Socrates?) The calmness of the god of madness is a characteristic Dionysian paradox. His followers surrender their individuality in the collective excitement. But they do not achieve union with the source of that excitement, however close they may seem to approach. Dionysus eludes them, and retains his enigmatic smile.

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untitled by spassk on Flickr.

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"All these pale atheists, Antichrists, immoralists, nihilists, these skeptics […] These are very far from being free spirits: because they still believe in truth."

— Friedrich Nietzsche, On the Genealogy of Morality