Robert Doisneau. Simone de Beauvoir at Les Deux Magots, Saint-Germain-des-Prés, Paris, 1944.
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Robert Doisneau. Simone de Beauvoir at Les Deux Magots, Saint-Germain-des-Prés, Paris, 1944.
My favorite photographer
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Neva River in Leningrad, photo by Yevgeny Khaldei (1950)
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Director and photographer Daniel Mercadante in his free time creates rainbow pathways using light and long exposure.
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“I don’t like the idea of “understanding” a film. I don’t believe that rational understanding is an essential element in the reception of any work of art. Either a film has something to say to you or it hasn’t. If you are moved by it, you don’t need it explained to you. If not, no explanation can make you moved by it.”
— Federico Fellini
when life is art
“I am small and I am angry, it is how I channel my energy and I like me that way.”
— Nikita Gill, from “Why Tinkerbell Quit Anger Management”
“That no matter how much this pain feels everlasting, this is just the temporary fabric we are in.”
— Nikita Gill, from “The Fable in Thermodynamics”
“Zen calls this the difference between “grandmother Zen” and “real Zen.” In order to awaken from the dream of samsara, the ego itself must be really kicked around, often severely. Otherwise you will simply continue to play your favorite games. Grandmother Zen doesn’t challenge you. In order to be “kind,” grandmother Zen will let you sleep a little late if you want, and stop meditating early if you don’t like how it’s going, and allow you to wallow in you. But real Zen uses a very big stick, and lots of loud yelling, and there are occasionally broken bones and certainly shattered egos. Real compassion kicks butt and takes names, and it is not pleasant on certain days. If you are not ready for this fire, then find a new-age, sweetness-and-light, soft-speaking, perpetually smiling teacher, and learn to relabel your ego with spiritual-sounding terms. But stay away from those who practice real compassion, because they will fry your ass, my friend. What most people mean by “compassion” is: please be nice to my ego. Well, your ego is your own worst enemy, and anybody being nice to it is not being compassionate to you.”
— Ken Wilber, One Taste
“They were crystallized ignorance of immense scale, but with an iota of budding curiosity.”
— Ahmed Salman
“On this topic I want you to learn this too, that when atoms move straight down through the void by their own weight, they deflect a bit in space at a quite uncertain time and in uncertain places, just enough that you could say that their motion has changed. But if they were not in the habit of swerving, they would all fall straight down through the depths of the void, like drops of rain, and no collision would occur, nor would any blow be produced among the atoms. In that case, nature would never have produced anything.”
— Lucretius, On the Nature of Things