Psychoactive Literature

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literally word for word

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Melania Trump’s 2016 RNC speech vs. Michelle Obama’s 2008 DNC speech.

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This is beach of the cathedrals located in Ribadeo, Spain. (Source)

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Looks like a gateway to another world :D

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Awesome!

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that moment when you decide to vote for someone

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IM C RYING

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Omfg

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Rock garden

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.The most celebrated stone garden or karesansui, shown on this photo, is at the Ryoanji Zen Temple in Japan. Surrounded by a low clay wall, a flat expanse of white pebbles is decorated with only 15 stones. They are arranged to create an austere tension while the pebbles call to mind a far-reaching cosmos. It is impossible to see all of the rocks at the same time, no matter how often you change your angle of sight. This impossibility is said to indicate the imperfection  of the human condition or, conversely, to indicate a person’s potential.

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Ellen ___e_l_l_e_n___

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,,Небо, лес, песок - все ярко-зеленое, призрачное... Последнее чудовищное усилие - и ноги Трофима скребут землю. Волоком  вытянул  на  песок  ослизлое тельце жеребенка, всхлипывая, блевал зеленой водой, шарил по песку руками... В лесу гудели голоса переплывших эскадронцев,  где-то  за  косою  дребезжали орудийные выстрелы. Рыжая кобыла стояла возле Трофима, отряхаясь и облизывая жеребенка.  С  обвислого  хвоста  ее  падала,  втыкаясь  в  песок,  радужная струйка...     Качаясь, встал Трофим на ноги, прошел два шага по песку и,  подпрыгнув, упал на бок. Словно горячий укол пронизал  грудь;  падая,  услышал  выстрел. Одинокий выстрел в спипу - с правого  берега.  На  правом  берегу  офицер  в изорванной  парусиновой  рубахе   равнодушно   двинул   затвором   карабина, выбрасывая дымящуюся гильзу, а на песке, в двух шагах от жеребенка, корчился Трофим, и жесткие посиневшие губы, пять лет не целовавшие  детей,  улыбались и пенились кровью. ‘‘

- Шолохов, Михаил Александрович,  Жеребенок 1926.

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Behind movement there is stillness. Beneath chaos there is grace. Before matter there was mind unbound by time and space. Its thoughts were just like seeds that sowed their code where darkness reigned; bursting open at their seams they dreamed to learn what they contained. Genesis has many faces but it always starts the same. Darkness comes to light like a sleeping giant wakened; forming words on cosmic lips that ripple outward like a quake to say I am what I have always been. Composition and composer. The unfolding moment as told through two eyes a trillion times over over the course of overlapping lives. One story untold sides. Unfold anything you’ll find the whole inside. We all hail from the same soul temporarily divided; temporally confined behind walls we build with the sands of time inside our own minds to remind us how time flies. Close your eyes. A human being’s true colors aren’t the hues we hide behind; being human is a ride our spirit tries when stars align. Everything is one we just perceive the world in twos. But to exist is to be fused. When souls collide new cells arise so life might start anew. Duality is not a duel; The yin and yang’s a centrifuge that fades away to shades of gray as we move into the center’s truth. The eye of the storm as my witness all movement is born in the womb of stillness. Chaos is wooed into order imbued with the warm grace of light’s rapturous rays and from that matter rose the human mind bound in time and space. Its thoughts are just like flowers sprouting out from boughs of trees dreaming of forgotten roots inside the dark when they were seeds. They came and went like autumn leaves. We come and go like autumn leaves.

written by Evan Schiller for "Genesis" by Hans Walør

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The heavy burden of the growing soul Perplexes and offends more, day by day; Week by week, offends and perplexes more With the imperatives of ‘is and seems’ And may and may not, desire and control.

.T S. Eliot

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Japanese designers created a bonsai tree planter with a magnetic base that makes tiny plants float in midair. Source

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Portals Matt Walford

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Grandiose Baroque Library in Prague Is a Stunning Kingdom for Books