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12:32am: To the Sun-God
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Where are you? Drunk, my soul grows dim
From all your delight; for only now
I watched how, exhausted by his travels,
The enchanting young god

Bathed his hair in golden clouds,
And now my eyes fill with the sight of him;
Though already he's far from here, well along his way
To the pious folk who revere him.

I love you, Earth, who joins me in mourning him,
And our sadness turns to sleep like the grief
Of children, and, as the winds flutter
And whisper in the strings of the lyre

Until the master's fingers unlock a purer sound,
Fog and dreams play all around us
Until the loved one returns,
Igniting in us love and spirit.

~ Friedrich Hölderlin ~

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May 11, 12:25pm: Mind your Step :: Ahmad Sabra

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There is in fact only one state, not two states such as the conscious and the unconscious; there is only a state of being, which is consciousness, though you may divide it as the conscious and the unconscious. But that consciousness is always of the past, never of the present; you are conscious only of things that are over. You are conscious of what I am trying to convey the second afterwards, are you not? You understand it a moment later. You are never conscious or aware of the now. Watch your own hearts and minds and you will see that consciousness is functioning between the past and the future and that the present is merely a passage of the past to the future. Consciousness is therefore a movement of the past to the future.If you watch your own mind at work, you will see that the movement to the past and to the future is a process in which the present is not. Either the past is a means of escape from the present, which may be unpleasant, or the future is a hope away from the present. So the mind is occupied with the past or with the future and sloughs off the present. It either condemns and rejects the fact or accepts and identifies itself with the fact. Such a mind is obviously not capable of seeing any fact as a fact. That is our state of consciousness which is conditioned by the past and our thought is the conditioned response to the challenge of a fact; the more you respond according to the conditioning of belief, of the past, the more there is strengthening of the past. That strengthening of the past is obviously the continuity of itself, which it calls the future. So that is the state of our mind, of our consciousness-a pendulum swinging backwards and forwards between the past and the future.

~ Jiddhu Krishnamurti ~

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May 9, 5:15am: ~

Up until the mid twentieth century the mountain gorilla was considered a myth. Oddly enough, a legend not unlike Bigfoot or the Loch Ness monster.

The chance of actually seeing/experiencing this elusive shadow was as likely as finding one's soulmate. Rare. Precious.

Even once discovered they seemed unapproachable. The only way to get close to this magnificent creature was to become empathetic. Abandon all pretense and preconceptions.

To bare an open throat.

To collapse into the arms of vulnerability.

All but extinct, these beings/moments are threatened by the black hearted. The cold and oblivious. The empty eyed profit seekers that overlook these Rare.
Precious.

~ Maynard James Keenan ~

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The Death of the Moth, and other essays, by Virginia Woolf (chap2): May 8, 7:06am 1 review literature
http://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/w/woolf/virginia/w91d/chap2.html; Moth :: Alex Cherry

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He was little or nothing but life.

Yet, because he was so small, and so simple a form of the energy that was rolling in at the open window and driving its way through so many narrow and intricate corridors in my own brain and in those of other human beings, there was something marvellous as well as pathetic about him. It was as if someone had taken a tiny bead of pure life and decking it as lightly as possible with down and feathers, had set it dancing and zig-zagging to show us the true nature of life. Thus displayed one could not get over the strangeness of it. One is apt to forget all about life, seeing it humped and bossed and garnished and cumbered so that it has to move with the greatest circumspection and dignity. Again, the thought of all that life might have been had he been born in any other shape caused one to view his simple activities with a kind of pity.

From The Death of the Moth

~ Virginia Woolf :: The Death of the Moth and other essays

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I look at the swaling sunset
And wish I could go also
Through the red doors beyond the black-purple bar.

I wish that I could go
Through the red doors where I could put off
My shame like shoes in the porch,
My pain like garments,
And leave my flesh discarded lying
Like luggage of some departed traveller
Gone one knows not where.

Then I would turn round,
And seeing my cast-off body lying like lumber,
I would laugh with joy

~D.H. Lawrence~

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May 5, 7:03am: The Library of Congress , America's oldest national cultural institution is more than two hundred years old. With generous support from the U.S. Congress, it has become the largest repository of recorded knowledge.
If ever a library had a single founder, Thomas Jefferson is the founder of the Library of Congress. His personal library is the Library's core, and the vast range of his interest determined the universal and diverse nature of the Library's collections and activities. The active mind was central to Jefferson's concept of government; he felt there was "no subject to which a Member of Congress may not have occasion to refer." He believed that self-government depended on the free, unhampered pursuit of truth by an informed and involved citizenry.

The unleashed, unlimited pursuit of truth may be the last frontier and the ultimate proving ground for the ideal of freedom. In a world of increasing physical restraints and limitations, it is only in the life of the mind and spirit that the horizons of freedom can remain truly infinite.
~ James H. Billington
The Librarian of Congress

Some of the most glorious treasures of the Library of Congress are in the custody of the Asian Division. Among them are early block-printed books, a scroll sutra from 975 A.D., pictographic manuscripts from southwestern China, and an example of Japanese printing dating from 770 A.D. The Mongolian Buddhist Sutra---an exquisite creation in pen, ink, gouache, and brocaded silk on paper---dates from the eighteenth century.

Inscribed Bamboo from the Philippines. These specimens of Filipino writing in old Indic script, which are similar to ancient scripts used in neighboring Indonesia and to modern script incised on bamboo, were gathered on the island of Mindoro around 1938. The Library's collection of fifty-five bamboos in prose and twenty-two in verse provides a glimpse into Mangyan (Hampangan) and Tagbanua society.

William Blake. The Book of Urizen (Lambeth: Printed by W. Blake, 1794 [i.e., 1815?]). A retelling of the genesis myth, written, illustrated, and printed by William Blake.
See it here .

The Lessing J. Rosenwald Collection, comprising more than twenty-six hundred rare illustrated books, stands out among the distinguished resources of the Rare Book and Special Collections Division.

Detail of manuscript Chinese map, "Ten-Thousand-Mile Map of Maritime Defenses," drawn during the Qing Dynasty, ca. 1705.

The Library's Geography and Map Division has the largest and most comprehensive cartographic collection in the world -- spanning many centuries and including maps in many forms.

A treasure trove for lovers of old books and special collections.Explore.

May 4, 12:03pm: If you could get rid
Of yourself just once,
The secret of secrets
Would open to you.
The face of the unknown,
Hidden beyond the universe
Would appear on the
Mirror of your perception.

~ Rumi ~

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May 3, 5:49am: Thought's End

I'd watched the hills drink the last colour of light,
All shapes grow bright and wane on the pale air,
Till down the traitorous east there came the night
And swept the circle of my seeing bare;
Its intimate beauty like a wanton's veil
Tore from the void as from an empty face.
I felt at being's rim all being fail,
And my one body pitted against space.
O heart more frightened than a wild bird's wings
Beating at green, now is no fiery mark
Left on the quiet nothingness of things.
Be self no more against the flooding dark;
There thousandwise, sown in that cloudy blot,
Stars that are worlds look out and see you not.

~ Léonie Adams ~

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May 2, 8:37am: ~

There seem to two kinds of searchers: those who seek to make their ego something other than it is, i.e. holy, happy, unselfish (as though you could make a fish unfish), and those who understand that all such attempts are just gesticulation and play-acting, that there is only one thing that can be done, which is to disidentify themselves with the ego, by realizing its unreality, and by becoming aware of their eternal identity with pure being.

~ Fingers Pointing Toward the Moon by Wei Wu Wei

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