Whoami

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Matthew Hamon, Winter light, 2016.

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Édouard Boubat, Lella, Bretagne, France, 1947.

[baalrafar]

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[w-h-o--am--i]

[ishikorokoroishi]

“flower”

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[w-h-o--am--i]

As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say The breath goes now, and some say, No: So let us melt, and make no noise, No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move; 'Twere profanation of our joys To tell the laity our love. Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears, Men reckon what it did, and meant; But trepidation of the spheres, Though greater far, is innocent. Dull sublunary lovers' love (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which elemented it. But we by a love so much refined, That our selves know not what it is, Inter-assured of the mind, Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss. Our two souls therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat. If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two; Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if the other do. And though it in the center sit, Yet when the other far doth roam, It leans and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun.

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Oh!

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Mary Magdalene holds the Graal

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Maria Maddalena

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In my secret garden

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My window

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Hiroshi Hamaya

JAPAN. Winter starts on peak of Mount Fuji.

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Unosuke Gamou, Enfants dans la neige, 1959.

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The gist of his message is: Pursue the enquiry ‘Who am I?’ relentlessly. Analyse your entire personality. Try to find out where the I-thought begins. Go on with your meditations. Keep turning your attention within. One day the wheel of thought will slow down and an intuition will mysteriously arise. Follow that intuition, let your thinking stop, and it will eventually lead you to the goal.

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She’s praying, beating on his forehead a coconut, a symbol of the destruction of the ego