#400 bce

[lauralot89]

The Veil of History

Born at random as any human who ever lived — where, when, and into what? A sourced, interactive model of the birth lottery across 117 billio

[artschoolglasses]

Fragments of a terracotta calyx-krater, similar in style to the work of the Dolon Painter, Greek, 400-360 BCE

From the Met Museum

[triste-le-roy]

Data visualization of Zeno’s Paradox of “Achilles and the Tortoise” (Martin Grandjean, 2014). 

(via steemit)

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Gold ring with Heracles pouring a libation, Greece, about 400 BCE

[thereins]

Mahābhārata, Section LXXV, p. 161 - 162

'O Bhimasena, thou applaudest war only, desirous of crushing the wicked sons of Dhritarashtra that take delight in the destruction of others.

O chastiser of foes, thou dost not steep but wakest the whole night, sitting up face downwards.

Thou often utterest frightful exclamation of wrath, indicative of the storm within thy heart.

Inflamed with the fire of thy own fury, thou sighest, O Bhima with an unquiet heart, like a flame of fire mixed with smoke.

Withdrawing from company thou liest down breathing hot sighs, like a weak man pressed down by a heavy load.

They, who do not know the cause regard thee as insane.

As an elephant breaking into fragments uprooted trees lying on the ground grunteth in rage while trampling them under his feet, so thou also, O Bhima, runnest on, breathing deep sighs and shaking the earth under the tread.

Here in the region thou takest no delight in company but passest thy time in privacy.

Night or day, Nothing pleases thee so much as seclusion.

Sitting apart thou sometimes laughest aloud all on a sudden, and sometimes placing thy head between thy two knees, thou continuest in that posture for a long time with closed eyes.

At the other times, O Bhima, contracting thy brows frequently and biting thy lips, thou starest fiercely before thee.

All this is indicative of wrath.'