How much of human life is lost in waiting.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

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How much of human life is lost in waiting.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Yiğit savaşçı nam salmış dövüşüyle, Yüz zaferden sonra, bir kez yenilmiş, Şeref kitabından hemen silinmiş, Herkes unutmuş neden didinmiş...” R. Waldo Emerson İnsanın Görkemi (Syf,51)
Wherever snow falls, or water flows, or birds fly, wherever day and night meet in twilight, wherever the blue heaven is hung by clouds, or sown with stars, wherever are forms with transparent boundaries, wherever are outlets into celestial space, wherever is danger, and awe, and love, there is Beauty, plenteous as rain, shed for thee, and though thou shouldest walk the world over, thou shalt not be able to find a condition inopportune or ignoble.
Emerson
Para el ojo atento, cada momento del año tiene su propia belleza, y en el mismo campo, contempla, cada hora, un cuadro que nunca fue visto antes, y que nunca será visto de nuevo. Los cielos cambian a cada momento, y reflejan su gloria o tristeza en las llanuras que hay debajo.
Nature, Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Transcendentalism, one of the epistemological predecessors of Solarpunk
To go into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature (ch. I, "Nature")
A wise man once wrote "Life is a bubble, and skepticism, a sleep within a sleep." I've been sitting on that sentence for a while. One day I decided to open the new Radiohead album, with the results of my recent experiment with light at hand. When the song True Love Waits came on, it all made sense. Yes life is a bubble. And true love is the force that rises and fights its doom. It's remarkable how natural phenomenon can mirror philosophy; how abstraction can cast concrete shadow; how sounds can be seen. A bubble truly is a moon shaped pool.