"Channel 5"

WHAT SCIENTIFIC CONCEPT WOULD IMPROVE EVERY BODY'S COGNITIVE TOOLKIT?

"Photoset" test

"She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork board like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew." ~ Jerry Spinelli

my courage was dashed

Calmness is the cradle of "true power"

The Earth is 4.6 billion years old. Scaling to 46 years, we’ve been here 4 hours and our Industrial Revolution began just 1 minute ago. In that time we’ve destroyed more than 50% of the world’s forests. This is NOT sustainable.

(via epiphanyexplores)

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Enter The Void

“Keep your mouth shut and your motherfucking chakras open.”

¿no mas solomente's?

Plundered poetry (is) More divine than sacred prose Speaks languages of forgotten magic spells Becomes supine, opens like a rose Whispering incantation for a lovers yells

"Peaking Lights, the Los Angeles-based husband-and-wife duo of Aaron Coyes and Indra Dunis, are releasing their new album Cosmic Logic next week (October 7) via Weird World. They've already shared "Breakdown" and "Everyone and Us". Now, stream the full album here." ~~source Pitchfork Media

The presence of an Ailanthus Altissima or tree of heaven, in the centre of the narrow garden sandwichedbetween Duncan Terrace and Colebrook Row further heightened the local context as they both stress. They later found another tree of heaven in the Oremorne Gardens and used the species as a way of linking both locations. Jo Joelson and Bruce Gilchrist also explain that the name of the tree within the project’s title could have some kind of utopian pretensions. “But as an added layer of biodiversity speak, there's irony in the title of "Spontaneous City in the Tree of Heaven".'' Functioning as an allegory of population crash and dwindling biodiversity Spontaneous City, “could also be interpreted as a metaphor for voidance,” the duo explain.

"Supposing truth is a woman—what then? Are there not grounds for the suspicion that all philosophers, insofar as they were dogmatists, have been very inexpert about women? that the gruesome seriousness, the clumsy obtrusiveness with which they have usually approached truth so far have been awkward and very improper methods for winning a woman’s heart? What is certain is that she has not allowed herself to be won:—and today every kind of dogmatism is left standing dispirited and discouraged. If it is left standing at all! "