#crashingly beautiful

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Duane Michals, Grandpa Goes to Heaven, 1989 :: (the-night-picture-collector)

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… when you die, you are grieved by all the atoms of which you were composed. They hung together for years, whether in sheets of skin or communities of spleen. With your death they do not die. Instead, they part ways, moving off in their separate directions, mourning the loss of a special time they shared together, haunted by the feeling that they were once playing parts in something larger than themselves, something that had its own life, something they can hardly put a finger on.

-David Eagleman: Sum. Today in the river. (via crashinglybeautiful)

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

shiva

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The world’s spiritual geniuses seem to discover universally that the mind’s muddy river, this ceaseless flow of trivia and trash, cannot be dammed, and that trying to dam it is a waste of effort that might lead to madness. Instead you must allow the muddy river to flow unheeded in the dim channels of consciousness; you raise your sights; you look along it, mildly, acknowledging its presence without interest and gazing beyond it into the realm of the real where subjects and objects act and rest purely, without utterance.

Annie Dillard, with thanks to Whiskey River. [via Crashingly Beautiful]

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2024 Temple Burn. That was a surreal, ethereal and transient burn. A constant flowing dust storm poured over us and appeared to go into the temple, as if we were amongst clouds. At times the dust increased and the temple disappeared, only to then reveal itself moments later in an evolved state of burn. Absolutely surreal. The moments leading up to the temple burn were also incredible, as pictured here. The pink light, clouds and gentle dust flowing across the landscape created the perfect atmosphere. @templeoftogether by @carolineghosn @luna.the.artcrane in the foreground helping set the twilight mood.

(Jaman Percy is at Black Rock City)

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"A day is like a whole life. You start out doing one thing, but end up doing something else, plan to run an errand, but never get there … And at the end of your life, your whole existence has the same haphazard quality, too. Your whole life has the same shape as a single day."

Michael Crichton, with thanks to The Mighty Whiskey River (via crashinglybeautiful)

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leonard

“…You run through your top ten erotic fantasies, ambition fantasies, revenge fantasies, global ratification fantasies. You run through them all until you bore yourself to death, basically, and the faculty that produces opinions and snap judgments and unrealistic scenarios for your own prominence, after you run through them for a number of years, they cease to have charge. They bore themselves into non-existence. You see them as diversions from another kind of intimacy that you become more interested in–and that is what Socrates said: Know Thyself.”

—from Sarah Hampson’s interview with Leonard Cohen in

Shambhala Sun. [via Crashingly Beautiful]

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

a remix

"In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.

Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra's breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.

When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don't you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don't you dare."

- Caitlin Moran

(Thanks Crashingly Beautiful)

[mariluri]

Love

[dadoranonimo-blog]

"(..) the thought of annihilation.."

crashingly beautiful.. is all i can say (because it's impossible and needless) about the most precious text any body ever wrote "for" me.

thank you k.

(anonymous donor as inspirational material. uau)