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See Beyond
Ancient lore locked in a mind driven mad is just as safe as when it was locked deep underground.
Artist: Andrew Robinson TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link
Those who are able to see beyond the shadows and lies of their culture will never be understood, let alone believed, by the masses.
~Plato~
See beyond ...
York, UK.
Do not get caught up in this kind of bs, and every candidate has their speech on this very issue. The color of your skin and gender are irrelevant to whether someone is qualified to represent The People.
Innate
Sculptors see forms trapped in stone, Musicians see melodies inside notes, Artists see faces on their canvas, Poets see worlds inside the words,
And they only release & liberate spirits from things that hold them down.
© SoulReserve 2017
Traditionally in Western philosophy, tropes like “veils” and “screens” figure as blinds that obscure truth, illusions that mystify reality: we are supposed to shed them (like the scales before our eyes in the New Testament), to see beyond them (like the shadows on the wall in the cave of Plato), to tear them asunder (like the veil of Maya in Schopenhauer). In Lacan, on the contrary, the screen is a necessary protection without which we are at the mercy of the real; almost as a structural effect, then, his binary logic constructs the real as horrific —and positions the symbolic as protective, and art as redemptive. [...] Far from a phenomenological plenitude, the Lacanian real is a black hole, a negative space of nonsociality—indeed, of nonsubjectivity.
Hal Foster, Prosthetic Gods