"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
we're not kids anymore.
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Elena Wuest, Airy Garden (2025)
We oscillate between hope and fear Between past and present, far and near Good and evil, right and wrong, Low and high, short and long, Fat and thin, black and white, Summer and winter, day and night. We insist on splitting the world in two. That’s why there’s me and why there’s you. But these are words, not real divides. Surfaces change, depth abides.
~The Mystical Lion
The Mausoleum by the Phantom Painter
PROCOL HARUM - A Whiter Shade Of Pale - promo film #1 (Official Video)
This is definitely one of those “Can I please see the lyrics” songs. So:
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, "There is no reason
And the truth is plain to see"
But I wandered through my playing cards
Would not let her be
One of 16 vestal virgins
We're leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well been closed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
And so it was later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
Possibly over 2100 years old, this statue head of the goddess Hygeia is attributed to the Athenian sculptor Attalos, son of Lacharès. It is from a healing sanctuary dedicated to Asklepios, Hygeia's father, at Pheneos, Greece. The head is carved from marble with glass and agate eyes with bronze eyelashes. It measures 80 cm (31 1/2 in) in height. This artifact is now housed by the Archaeological Museum of Pheneos in Kalyvia, Greece.
Beethoven Listening to Muse
Ludovic Alleaume
Ouroboros is time swallowing itself,
And time swallowing itself is the eternal now.
Here within the belly of the beast of birth and death
We miss the unity of this gesture.
What do fish know of the ocean,
Or snakes of their own skins?
The soul of the world is circular.
Only in turning about can we see
The little serpent who slumbers,
Thrice coiled, tail in mouth,
Patiently waiting to awaken.
Offer her the warm breath of awareness.
~The Mystical Lion