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Snowy Yard, 1883, Vincent van Gogh
Medium: pencil,paper
7 Signs You’re Becoming Toxic | Psych2Go
I feel attacked by number 5!!!
I literally look to others for my self validation and don’t know how not to!
This deserves to be reblogged at least once a week.
Every single person has the capacity to act toxic. And the capacity to get better.
What doesn’t work is combating toxicity with more toxicity. That’s the ticket to a waste dump, not a solution.
People are talking about Toxic Masculinity and Toxic Femininity but they aren’t talking about the overarching issue, Toxic Humanity
Pink Floyd’s THE WALL (1979). (I posted some animation art from it recently.)
i’m not crying you’re crying
My Translation of Nikola Tesla’s Poem
By J. J. Jones
“Fragments of Olympian Gossip.” By Nikola Tesla
While listening on my cosmic phone (Nikola Tesla listening to his receiving device in his laboratory)
I caught words from the Olympus blown. (He’s eavesdropping on heaven, or Olympus, where the Gods of science live)
A newcomer was shown around; (A well-known scientist must have passed away on earth and is being shown around heaven)
That much I could guess, aided by sound. (From what Tesla could hear through his device)
“There’s Archimedes with his lever.” (The mysterious chaperone points out Archimedes)
“Still busy on problems as ever.” (Who even in the afterlife is still working on his mathematical problems)
“Says: matter and force are transmutable.” (Archimedes thought matter and force can be changed from one nature to another)
“And wrong the laws you thought immutable.” (The newcomer must have thought force and matter were unalterable)
“Below, on Earth, they work at full blast.” (Earth is busy as always)
“And news are coming in thick and fast.” (News from earth to heaven)
“The latest tells of a cosmic gun.” (Around the time this poem was conducted Guglielmo Marconi was frightening the public with a “ray-gun” for war)
“To be pelted is very poor fun.” (violence is immoral)
“We are wary with so much at stake,” (Heaven is wary of mankind)
“Those beggars are a pest—no mistake.” (The attention seekers of science are becoming nuisances)
“Too bad, Sir Isaac, they dimmed your renown.” (The newcomer finally speaks to his chaperone, which we now learn is Isaac Newton)
“And turned your great science upside down.” (Modern science is ruining Newtonian physics)
“Now a long haired crank, Einstein by name,” (Albert Einstein)
“Puts on your high teaching all the blame.” (Einstein’s theories oppose Newtonian physics)
“Says: matter and force are transmutable.” (Einstein, like Archimedes, thought force and matter is interchangeable. Issac Newton believed matter and force are unalterable)
“And wrong the laws you thought immutable.” (Einstein’s physics suggest that Newtonian physics are false)
“I am much too ignorant, my son,” (Issac Newton speaking again)
“For grasping schemes so finely spun.” (Referring to Einstein’s metaphysics)
“My followers are of stronger mind” (Those scientists who still follow Newtonian physics and cause and effect)
“And I am content to stay behind,” (He’ll stick with his own theories and let science go in err)
“Perhaps I failed, but I did my best,”
“These masters of mine may do the rest.” (Nikola Tesla)
“Come, Kelvin, I have finished my cup.” (We now learn that the newcomer is Lord Kelvin. He was a great scientist and a good friend of Tesla’s who had passed away in 1907.)
“When is your friend Tesla coming up?” (Newton asking Kelvin when Tesla will join them in Olympus)
“Oh, quoth Kelvin, he is always late, (Tesla was never on time)
"It would be useless to remonstrate.” (And it’s pointless to try and change it)
Then silence—shuffle of soft slippered feet—(End of conversation between Kelvin and Newton)
I knock and—the bedlam of the street. (Tesla departs from his dream and his laboratory into the busy streets of New York City)
(Poem written by Nikola Tesla in the 1920s to his friend George Sylvester Viereck.)
“The artist who has arrived at some perfection in his art, whatever his art may be, will come to realize that it is not he who ever achieved anything; it is someone else who came forward every time. And when the artist produces a perfect thing, he finds it difficult to imagine that it has been produced by him. He can do nothing but bow his head in humility before that unseen power and wisdom which takes his body, his heart, his brain, and his eyes as its instrument. Whenever beauty is produced in art, be it music, or poetry, or painting, or writing, or anything else, one must never think that man produced it. It is through man that God completes His creation. Thus there is nothing that is done in this world or in heaven that is not divine immanence, which is not divine creation.”
~Hazrat Inayat Khan~