Roman Ruin at Twilight (Ferdinand Knab, 1894)
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Roman Ruin at Twilight (Ferdinand Knab, 1894)
The three births are:
Birth into the biosphere (physical life) at first breath.
Birth into the noosphere (psychological/individual consciousness) around age 28.
Birth into the pneumosphere (spiritual consciousness) around age 56.
"One can therefore speak of three "births" which represent a sort of dialectical sequence, that is, thesis, antithesis, and synthesis. Astrologically speaking, a man is born in the physical biosphere of this planet at his first breath, thesis. He is reborn in the psychological noosphere at age 28. And, potentially, he can be born again in the spiritual realm, pneumosphere, at age 56, provided his consciousness has been truly developed in terms of individual values during his mature period, 28 to 56. If there has been no such development, or this development has ceased, then the period lasting through the sixties until death can hardly mark anything but a slow disintegration or atrophy of the personality."
Dane Rudhyar
Social Weeper
Cover artwork for Ork by the late British artist Richard Clifton-Dey. Psygnosis released Ork in 1991 for the Amiga and Atari ST.
The artwork, entitled Behemoth's World, was flipped and zoomed in a bit when it was originally used a decade earlier for Blue Öyster Cult's 7th album Cultösaurus Erectus.
A few of my favourite things
tagged by @lowkeyed1, thank you for including me!
i. flower - Black Bat Flower, Pansies and Paintbrushes
ii. season - I wish it could be autumn all year long 🍃🍂
iii. soup - Potato, any variation
iv. anime - Black Butler, Ghost Stories, Durarara!!
v. sport - fencing
vi. ships - if i've written it, it's been a fave
vii. holiday - 🎃👻💀🍬
viii. soft drink - Zevia gingerale
ix. sea creature - Sea worms and slugs, sharks, Plesiosaurs
x. number - seventy-eleventy
tagging anyone who sees this and wants to ♡
Coming out (2026)
read about this illustration shop + commission enquiries + snail mail + more
'Born to Exile' by Phyllis Eisenstein, 1978 (Stephen Fabian)
Dappled sun (Thylacinus cynocephalus)
Wish I could send this to the person in the comments of a post a few weeks ago that was telling me I needed to un-learn my colonial ideas because I think we shouldn't farm animals....
*thinks up an idea for a silly quick piece* okay haha let's whip something up real quick
*idea gets more complicated*
*idea gets more complicated*
*idea gets more complicated*
*idea gets more complicated*
oh no
I'm so horny. I need my brother.
...👀
you're on some crimson peak-game of thrones shit lol kit tanthalos has three beautiful children. they're all much paler than their alleged father, graydon airk marries elora and brings her back to the family home but things are spooky ooky and kit keeps serving her strong tea with a weird smile
Nooo, you are! Let me know when you post it 👅
Writing is lonely in a specific way that is hard to explain to people who don't do it. not lonely like isolated. lonely like you are trying to build a bridge to another human consciousness using only words on a page and you will never actually know if you got there.
You send the thing out and maybe someone reads it and something moves in them and they have no way to tell you exactly what moved or why and you have no way to know if it was the thing you meant or something else entirely.
You're working in permanent uncertainty about whether any of it lands. and you keep going anyway. you have to develop this strange faith in the act itself, in the value of the attempt separate from the outcome, because if you need confirmation every time you sit down you will never sit down.
Most of the writing happens in a silence that never fully gets broken. you learn to be okay in that silence or you don't last.
Hannibal 1.01 Apéritif