The heat is going out of me. The heart is going out of me. I feel nothing,...– Sarah Kane, Crave (septembrist and bluebird)
In a desert plain in Tanzania, in the shadow of the volcano Ol Donyo Lengai, there’s a dune made of volcanic ash. The beautiful thing is that it moves bodily. It’s what’s technically known as a barchan, and the entire dune walks across the desert in a westerly direction at a speed of about 17 meters per year. It retains its crescent shape and moves in the direction of the horns. (unpalombaro)...
Il caos è la partitura su cui è scritta la realtà.– Henry Miller, Tropico del Cancro (abbraccispezzati)
The world is my idea.– Arthur Schopenhauer (heartmindspirit)
Power is only Pain__ Stranded, Thro`Discipline.– Emily Dickinson (txt, astro)
Huxley calculated that the circle of silence is shrinking by thirteen and a half kilometers yearly. The day is not too far off when silence disappears completely from the world. Happy will be the one who can partake for half an hour in the peace of the Himalayas or the oceans. The circle of intimacy is continuously shrinking. - Béla Hamvas on silence (billyjane)
It is true that presence is less delicate in its effects than absence. It is true that it is rare to be able to dream of someone in their presence. To touch them and dream you are touching them. To talk to them and dream you are talking to them. To look at them and dream you are looking at them. Now, the presence of the other has to be like a dream. Otherwise it becomes unbearable. Pure presence...
I-love-you has no usages. Like a child’s word, it enters into no social constraint; it can be a sublime, solemn, trivial word, it can be an erotic, pornographic word. It’s a socially irresponsible word. - Roland Barthes (amaclean)