Lemurs and Lions' Manes

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'Bhairava', by Abhishek Singh

[rapidlydecayingcorpse]

i feel like people aren't getting how dire ai is. we are running out of drinkable water. our brains aren't engaging as much with what we see and hear. people near data centers don't get clean water and experience electricity blackouts. it's being used to make pornography of underaged people and women. it often just lies. it affirms everything. it lies. it has made people kill themselves. it lies for gods sake. and people act as if im dramatic for being staunchly against it. 'now i KNOOW you hate ai and whatever, but look at this cute video' this isn't me being a new age puritan about internet videos, this is about the fucking earth and our future living on this planet. people are suffering now, people will suffer more, and my friends and parents will roll their eyes and think im annoying for despising ai so explicitly. we need to wake up because we cannot live like this

[barcarole]

Detail from The Funeral of Shelley,  Louis Édouard Fournier, 1889.

The painting depicts  Edward John Trelawney, Leigh Hunt and Lord Byron present at the cremation, when in reality, according to Trelawney, Leigh Hunt never got out of the carriage and Byron was so shocked by the circumstances and the high temperatures that he retreated and went swimming instead.

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Our hands imbibe like roots, so I place them on what is beautiful in this world.

Saint Francis of Assisi

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Bellona (detail) 1633

By Rembrandt

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I am, somehow, less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein's brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops.

Stephen Jay Gould, 'The Panda's Thumb: More Reflections in Natural History'

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Archangel Michael Hurls the Rebellious Angels into the Abyss (detail)

by Luca Giordano, c.1666

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Thou calledst me dog before thou hadst a cause. But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.

'Merchant of Venice'', Act III Scene III by William Shakespeare

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Flora (1892)

by Alfons Maria Mucha

[lemurs-lionsmanes]

" Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating that something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share. "

'House of Leaves', p. 543 by Mark Danielewski

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Lake of Tears

By Ilya Glazunov (1988)

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"The houses are all gone under the sea. The dancers are all gone under the hill."

T.S Elliot, 'Four Quartets'

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Mariage infernal Ade and Persefone

by Agostino Arrivabene

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Again, as a boy, his chapel is the wild places, his saints are scattered in the dark grass. The scent of fox, his swinging incense, an ivy tangle his high arch. Nettles bed his raw knees, peat has smoked his cloak. Alive, alive in the greenness of things.

Martin Shaw, 'Snowy Tower: Parzival and the Wet, Black Branch of Language'

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Sagittal section of the head

Healthful Living, Based on the Essentials of Physiology (1934)

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"Years will pass, and you will have visitings of despair and yet be tortured by hope." - Mary Shelley, 'Frankenstein'

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Víly u Pramene (Faeries Near the Spring)

By Maximilian Pirner (1895)