"i'm mr sterling's right hand arm. man." is to say: i am the unutterable wisdom that precedes and gives rise to verbal understanding.
"i'm mr sterling everything" is to say: i am the undifferentiated matrix through which the phenomenon of "mr sterling" is apprehended.
"his confidant. his best friend. his silly rabbit." is to say: the unity of the two, differentiated and undifferentiated, quiescence and clarity, produces a third which is motion, who then goes on reproduce itself indefinitely.
"does he call you that? no." is to say: the name which can be spoken is not the eternal name.
My goal for the rest of this year is to admit what I want and what I am hoping for instead of playing dumb so I don't disappoint myself if it doesn't happen
I want to tell you something about my friend Nader. He is a kind hearted young man. Even in all of his suffering and pain, he will take the time to tell me to wear a scarf so I don’t get sick when it’s cold, worry about me if I post about my injury, and ask me about my day. He doesn’t have to do any of this to be deserving of help, but I just want you to know who he is. He is a caring son to his father Ahmed and a loving uncle to his niece Iman. He spends all this time online campaigning for them because he loves his family and he wants to live. We all deserve to eat and live in peace. Nader’s family have the right to live, just as much as anyone born anywhere else in the world. Nader is the son of a father who is sick with cancer, who can’t access adequate treatment because the hospitals have been bombed. Remember this: the children of Gaza are children, just like your children or siblings and my cousins. The IOF drops bombs on them and starves them, and they’re just as scared as you would be if your parent was sick. I know that most of you understand this. Never let yourself forget that they’re more than a headline that tells you the number of people killed in today’s airstrike on Gaza.
Nader works hard to spread his family’s story every day, out of love for them. Nader is now, at 17 years old, the person bringing in money for his family. It’s a heavy responsibility on him. I hope you will return the kindness he shows others to him, and support his campaign. The weight of this should’ve never been on his shoulders, but you can help relieve it. Share his story and donate to his campaign, show him support on his blog @abdalsalam2000. In addition to sharing about his family, he has also shared a lot of informative posts about Palestinian history and what is happening right now in Gaza. If you’ve ever learned something from his posts, helping him now would be a good way to give something back to him
This has gone on for nearly one year and eight months. Can you imagine how exhausted you would be? They don’t have food or water, they can’t sleep because of the bombs.
€43,107 raised out of 50,000. Please help them get to 44,000 soon! only less than 900 left
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The longer I live, the more deeply I learn that love — whether we call it friendship or family or romance — is the work of mirroring and magnifying each other’s light. Gentle work. Steadfast work. Life-saving work in those moments when life and shame and sorrow occlude our own light from our view, but there is still a clear-eyed loving person to beam it back. In our best moments, we are that person for another.
-James Baldwin
first name mckenna. last name terence. if the ten strip isnt perforated there is no need to tear it. four dried grams later im more rooted than a carrot. four hits later and i'm baked like bread in paris. i no longer recognize my parents
They died by burning, by cold, by starvation, by bombing, by shock, by disease, by lack of treatment.
Children died of fear, by being crushed by tanks and bulldozers, by being buried under rubble, by drowning, by bleeding.They died in the streets, they died searching for a morsel of survival in aid boxes.
In Gaza, we have experienced all kinds of hunger and killing. If you want to help my family, the link is here to help. Do not hesitate to help us.
Sinéad O’Connor, December 8, 1966 – July 26, 2023.
1992 photo by Jane Bown.
Omg what if I was completely free isn’t that cute