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Hildegard von Bingen’s 23 litterae ignotae, letters for her constructed mystical language Lingua Ignota, ca. 1200.

In the 12th century, Hildegard von Bingen created Lingua Ignota, an "unknown language" written in an alphabet of her own invention. It was not meant for common speech, but for naming realities that exist beyond the ordinary world.

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Friedrich Nietzsche, from Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Text ID: Everything goes, everything comes back; eternally rolls the wheel of being. Everything dies, everything blossoms again; eternally runs the year of being. Everything breaks, everything is joined anew; eternally the same House of Being is built. Everything parts, everything greets every other thing again; eternally the ring of being remains faithful to itself. In every Now, being begins; round every Here rolls the sphere There. The center is everywhere. Bent is the path of eternity.

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“To love romantically is to want the world itself to slow its frantic pulse long enough for a glance to deepen into duration, for an ordinary instant to acquire the density of eternity.” - Museguided

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Fundraiser by Ariel Collins : Help Amir and Mira's Family Survive the Bombing and Cold

If you are able to donate to Gaza 🫶

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Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse

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IF I DON’T FEEL THE OBSESSION, THE FUCKING HUNGER AND DESIRE I DON’T WANT IT. I WANT LOVE WITH TEETH. I WANT LOVE THAT FEELS RELIGIOUS.

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The intimacy of being poured into the way you pour into others.

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“I learned that just beneath the surface there’s another world, and still different worlds as you dig deeper. I knew it as a kid, but I couldn’t find the proof. It was just a kind of feeling. There is goodness in blue skies and flowers, but another force—a wild pain and decay—also accompanies everything.”

— David Lynch (via apoetreflects)

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Among the Waves by Ivan Aivazovsky

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The exercise of imagination is dangerous to those who profit from the way things are because it has the power to show that the way things are is not permanent, not universal, not necessary. - Ursula K. Le Guin