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dijetemjeseca · 15 days
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21/4/2024 🍰
"Trag je brisanje sebe, vlastite prisutnosti, on je konstituiran prijetnjom ili tjeskobom zbog svojeg nestajanja. Neizbrisiv trag nije trag, to je puna prisutnost, nepomična i nepokvarljiva supstancija, sin Boga, znak parusije, a ne seme, to je smrtna klica"
-Derrida, Freud i scena pisanja
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lemurion · 1 year
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About that Cover...
Last time, I showed off the comparison between the first cover I commissioned for Against the Eldest Flame, and the final cover I published. Today I’m going to talk about how the final cover came to be. At the top of the page, you’ll see my original sketch that became the cover for Against the Eldest Flame, and really set the stage for my vision of the series’ visual identity. It’s not the same…
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nerves-nebula · 10 months
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I want to make some kind of videos game I know I could do it I KNOW I CAN I just don’t have a good enough idea yet… I’ve got so many stories lying around tho, at least ONE of them might make an interesting video game… Ough.
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judeinthestars · 4 months
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These are the books that got my heart racing and my brain cells dancing in 2023! All the reviews are on my blog:
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lya-dustin · 11 months
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All is Bliss
(in the court of Aemma the Great)
Or Aemma Velaryon is forced to marry Aegon to keep them from usurping her and her mother, only the marriage nor the scheme work leading her to consider the only option left: usurping him.
(Aka Aemma x Aemond in an Au inspired by the Great)
Gif by @merlinaddams
@darylandbethfanforever9 @mercedesdecorazon
Rated M: for canon typical things like underage drinking, alcohol abuse, court intrigue, mentions of sex, stillbirths etc🔞
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No matter how much they tried, her wedding to Aegon happens.
Perhaps marriage will change him.
Those are the only words mother can say as they dismount and change into more acceptable clothes.
Aemma has known since she was old enough to understand that Aegon was to be her husband to keep the peace.
Not Aemond whom she had been closer to in age and friendship, Aegon simply because he was born first and was mother’s challenger to her place in the succession.
There were many stories about Aegon and all were bad.
He had fathered a bastard on Lord Beesbury’s niece, another one on a girl who’s maidenhead he won at the Street of Silk and reportedly sired the stillborn twins on his sister, who had been married off to Daeron Velaryon at great haste.
She hoped that last one was false, gods know Helaena did not deserve that nor Daeron.
Aegon was a drunk, a lecher, a fool and had no taste for being useful.
But perhaps he won’t be as bad as they say, maybe he is just judged to harshly, Aemma tells herself as she pretends to be happy as they are put into a carriage and smuggled into court like criminals.
She is utterly disappointed upon their first meeting.
To give them a chance to know each other, they are given exactly one orchestrated accidental meeting in the godswood garden.
Septa Teora is to pretend she is reading on a bench, Ser Erryk is to stand there and make sure she doesn’t run for the hills.
“You look shorter in your portraits.” He says as they almost stand on equal height.
Aegon reeks of wine even if he looks well enough to stand.
He is handsome, but there is no desire to it.
They’ve never gotten along, once she decked him for pulling her hair and breaking her dolls and his mother had the fucking audacity to say she brought it on herself.
But that was then, this is now, she tells herself.
“I inherited the Velaryon height, your highness.” Aemma pretends to be demure when all she wants to do is be anything but that.
“And the looks, and the blood I see.” He said thinking it a clever jape.
A clear dig at her brothers being Harwin’s.
“I have been told I have an uncanny resemblance to my late aunt.” Aemma simply nodded.
“Glad to know you have grown into a real princess and stopped being the insolent brat you were six years ago, dear niece. My dear, dear sister really outdid herself, I hope to thank her for giving me such a fine mount.” He said with a wink.
Oh joy, she might have to take up Daemon’s offer to make her a widow the moment the need arises.
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“First, third and fourth and even fifth, I wonder where the second went?” Aemma wonders out loud as she perused her grandfather’s private library, hoping to find something to occupy her time before her books arrive later today.
“Over here.” A voice said from behind her. It sounds vaguely familiar, but she cannot put her finger on it.
“Thank you, good ser.” She says turning to take the offered book.
“Neither a knight, nor good, but I will take it as a compliment.” Aemond One Eye says with seemingly bored look.
Same bored look he had when he wanted to look mature at one and ten.
“Thanks anyway, Aemond.” She does something else, gives him the third volume in exchange for the second.
“I did not take you for a girl who likes philosophy, Aemma.” He says and both take a seat on opposite couches.
They used to hide here from Aegon and their family and read on the rug on the floor.
Sometimes Helaena would come, just not as often as Aemond.
Grandfather let them and even introduced them to philosophy.
Something needed if they wish to rule justly, he had said as he asked them to read the first book.
A shame it couldn’t be Aemond she married.
“I enjoy a good novel just as anyone does, but grandfather did say to be good queen I must understand how to rule.” Aemma said kicking her pattens off and stretching out on the couch.
“If only Aegon knew that.” He grumbles thinking she didn’t hear.
If his brother spoke of him like that, then it was worse than she heard.
“I am quite fond of Boethius, I am relieved to know there is at least one person here who reads his works too.” She supplies in hopes of getting him to converse with her.
Only a few hours here and already she feels so lonely.
“There are few us here, the Faith added his works to their lost of condemned books, but they cannot touch father’s library under penalty of death.” He responds, letting her know Queen Alicent the Pious’ reign of terror is still ongoing. “Mother is very adamant on enforcing the High Septon and the Most Devout’s orders in Court.”
And so they spend the next hour.
Catching up on each other, the on goings of the realms, books, Boethius’ The Consolation of Philosophy (of which they were reading in its original High Valyrian) and anything that came to mind until her Septa came looking for her.
“A shame I have to go.” Aemma admits as they part ways in the hall.
If only he had been born first.
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The wedding is fine, everything appears to be exactly as it is supposed to.
Aemma dances with her groom, his brothers, her brothers and while he is not completely horrible, Aegon is still Aegon.
If you opened him up, it would not be blood but wine pouring out of him.
He reeks of drink when he kisses her at the Sept, he is a drunken fool by the time the dancing is in full swing.
He fondles servants and noblewomen alike, complains that she is taller than him in her heeled shoes and calls her dull when she and Helaena talk about books with Aemond at some point.
By the time the bedding comes she has drunk more wine than she has ever done in her life.
She isn’t what you would call drunk, but she knows she will be regretting it on the morrow and not remembering a damn thing after this last glass.
But it helps, especially when men with their grubby hands and dirty japes disrobe her and leave her as naked as the morning she was born.
It is Aemond who provides a bit of relief.
“I will carry her, you sots are too drunk to treat your future queen as she deserves.” He says picking her up in his arms with care and looking ahead instead of downwards.
Something she thanks him for as he carries her into the bridal chamber.
He chuckles as he deposits her safely onto a divan by the bed, “You did call me good ser this afternoon, Aemee.”
“I wish it had been you.” She says wanting to kiss him.
“You don’t mean that.” He said pulling away and leaving just as drunk women deliver a naked Aegon to the chamber.
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Notes: Boethius is a 6th century Roman philosopher who's works were on the list of condemned works in 13th century by the Catholic church. He influeced virtually all medieval philosophy.
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bobcatmoran · 1 year
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Chapter 2.3.2 of Les Mis, "Two Complete Portraits," largely deals with things that Arai, working with a visual medium, works in throughout rather than saying explicitly. After all, why bother using words to describe what the Thenardiers look like if you can just depict it?
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Arai instead uses pages 209–222 to really dig into the Thenardiers, their daughters, and how Cosette perceives them.
Of note, there's a bit of wordplay that didn't make it into the translation. On page 218 of the second English omnibus, one of the inn's patrons says to Thenardier, "You're smart as a real philoso…phaster," to which another patron chimes in, "Dontcha mean philosopher?!:
In the original Japanese, the first patron calls Thenardier a “tetsugakusha,” (philosopher, or one who studies wisdom) while the second calls him a “ketsugakusha.” (a made-up word which means one who studies butts).
(thanks to @vapaus-ystavyys-tasaarvo for noting this oh so many moons ago!)
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ltwilliammowett · 2 years
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Hi, first of all, thank you for your beautiful blog and for all the work is behind it, I'm fascinated by it, and I love to see people that use this websites to share this kind of content. I just want to ask for literature related with sailors life, boats or the sea. I love some classics related with this subject specially when they are a little bit philosoical, like Melville and Conrad, but idk much more. Do you have you some recomendations? What are your favorite novels about the sea life? Thanks in advance and sorry my english.
Hi, hmmm let me think quickly. What you might like is two years before the mast by Richard Henry Dana Jr. or The Last Grain Race, by Eric Newby. And of course the books by Captain Frederick Maryatt or Adventures at Sea in the Great Age of Sail: Five Firsthand Narratives, by Captain Elliot Snow. If you want more, let me know and don't apologise for your English, mine isn't the best either. Oh and if you want to read something really nice, try original logbooks. Personally, I always like the Whaler logs, they are not always so stiff. Check out @focsle they have great posts about it. 
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queersrus · 7 months
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Hello hello ^_^ what about names and titles relating to eyes/all seeing eyes/thirst for knowledge? Or something about someone who reaches unethical ends to pursue knowledge? Thank you kindly ((:
i love this theme so much i wanna see it more as a trope in media so bad
names!!
providence, providentia, phoebe, philoso, philosophy, philosopher, prophet hecate/hekate, horus, helios, hathor looker, laozi, loki seer/sear, sia, seshat, saga, snotra, Sekhmet, soph, sopho, scholar wonder, wadjet adhit, adhita, anura, anuva, arisanna, avesta, apollo, anahit, athena, alviss, antevorta, argus, amun, azreal, auto, autodi, autodidact baaqir, baldeth, bodhin, bast, bes, basar cidvilasa, cikita, cinmaya, cleary, clearvoy, clearvoya, clairvoyant, conary, conroy, coeus, chista, carmenta dansith neith, neptune, nekhbet thoth, tir/tyr, theia, tefnut isis, inquisitor ogma, odin, osiris menrva, minerva, metis, mimir, mergen, mut frigg, fauna gefjon, gamayun, gadhi, gyana vor egeria, eryl, episte, epistemo ra jina, jinan, jubilee katran
many more names meaning knowledge here(link) names related to sight/eyes here(link)
titles!!
the seeker of knowledge, the eye of knowledge, the one with bright eyes, the bright-eyed (one), the lover of knowledge, the epistemophile, the all seeing (eye/one), the pursuer of knowledge, the one with prophetic eyes, the searcher of endless knowledge, the searcher for boundless knowledge, the wise, the moraless seeker (of knowledge), the student's eyes, the follower of bright sight
(prn) who knows all, (prn) who seeks to know all, (prn) who sees all, (prn) who has keen eyes and a sharp mind, (prn) who holds the key to the fountain of knowledge, (prn) who possesses the all seeing eye, (prn) who rules over sight and knowledge
god(dess/ex) of knowledge, god(dess/ex) of true sight, god(dess/ex) of insight.
(i could probably go on forever with this /hj)
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scraffles · 10 months
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p53
during shadowkeep through season of the dawn the now *insanely* relevant 'Unveiling' lorebook was released. one of the lorebooks is titled p53.
p53 is a protein of proton weight 47,000 and it is responsible for the cessation of potentially cancerous cells. the voice in the darkness/ winnower posits that it is necessary for life to function, but is also a bomb waiting to detonate:
"Would you tolerate a bomb in your body, waiting to detonate if you deviated from the needs of society?
However, without p53 as an enforcer, the body's utopian surplus of energy becomes a paradise for cancer. Cells cannot resist the temptation to steal from that surplus. Their genetic morality degrades as tumor suppressor genes fail. The only way to stop them is by punishment."
the voice ends the tab positing the question "Is p53 an agent of the Darkness, or the Light?"
this is a very interesting way to look at p53. and poses to us a concept-- that a thing must necessarily inhibit life in order for more, greater life to continue to exist. now allow me to bring in another, separate concept.
In the 9th entry, "The Wager" , the voice in the dark/winnower states the insanely raw line "You are the gardener's final argument." But more importantly, it states "That wandering refugee [Traveler/Gardener]* chose to make a stand, spend their power to say: "Here I prove myself right. Here I wager that, given power over physics and the trust of absolute freedom, people [you, guardian] will choose to build and protect a gentle kingdom ringed in spears."
i posit that the voice is incorrect, or rather incomplete. it is not that p53 exists as an agent of darkness' will; i instead posit that p53 exists as the aforementioned "ring of spears" against the *true* darkness: cancer. Cancer, by virtue of existence, kills. It is the only thing it knows how to do (though this is framed incorrectly perhaps; cancer only knows how to duplicate, but by duplicating it drains necessary resources, which result in death. to say a cancerous cell is birthed to kill and then die is merely skipping the middle of the syllogism). That sounds, familiar! In "The First Knife" the voice states "And I had only one purpose and one principle in the game. And I could do nothing but continue to enact that purpose, because it was all that I was and ever would be." Seems a little damning, no? But I do not disagree with p53's classification as an element of darkness. It is a bomb. But am I not a bomb? Do I not kill? Have I never snuffed out a consciousness? Contained within my cellular structure is indeed p53.
I posit that the ring of spears is necessarily darkness.
In the final page of the lorebook, I think the Queen of the Reef describes heaven (or at least some place akin to it), and not here. She states, "
Given the choice to live in any world, any world at all… we would need a little Darkness in it, I think, to keep the balance true. But not so much as we would need the Light…"
Understanding this as an ideal, and not a description of reality as fact, the point comes into focus. The light in its current form, exists. To exist is to prove your existence to use the words of another. I think, understanding this ring of spears as a concept of darkness, the Gardener makes its argument. necessarily we must prove that we exist. because to not do so equates to death.
it means that you must prove your right to live against forces who are very eager to demand proof.
That ring of spears, it is starting to drip with epistemological proof.
The final shape is the paring back of all that can be. That which remains when all that can be removed, has been removed. That which remains after it has been winnowed; after the garden has been tended to. That beautiful, final shape of the garden. Of the flowers and the hedges, the full completion, perfected. In layman's terms, it is the extermination of all life that cannot prove its existence. That cannot prove its *right* to live | exist. That is the philosophy of the final shape. Of the Darkness. or at the very least, all of our enemies right now :)c .
Let us pare back of the darkness what we need. That epistemological proof. That right to exist. That ring of spears.
p53, nuclear weight of 47000, is an element of the darkness;
however, to understand p53 as an *agent* of the darkness is to misunderstand its purpose. That is why I believe the voice is incorrect.
To understand the ring of spears as an agent of the darkness is to misunderstand its purpose.
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*[the familiarity conjured by 'wandering refugee' seems to directly refer to the Traveler, as opposed to the ideological Gardener which really makes me doubt if this is the winnower, and not some force beyond (maybe this is the witness speaking?). then again the nonchalance the voice brings to the table, "my man oryx", for example, suggests power, almost? i dont know how to properly describe it. the way that this voice speaks to us is this bizarre realm of nonchalance and it almost even feels like condescension at points which feels almost like the point but i dont understand the point that it is trying to make]
...is the name of this lore book supposed to be a pun on 'the veil'...?
also on the wikipedia page for p53 it says
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and that feels pretty on the nose
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thammit · 9 months
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Heyo! We’re struggling w names because the parts in questions have some specific criteria. Wondering if you had any ideas, but if not, no worries lol.
Two parts, currently named Logic and Pathos/Emotion. They’d like names that keep the current meaning or connotations of their current names - doesn’t have to be exact same meaning or super obvious, but they’d just like the connection. They also want matching names. This can be anything - slight preference for starting with the same letter, but can also start with the same sound, just generally look or sound similar, rhyme, have matching intonation, etc.
logic:
Sanity
cognitive
wisdom
philosophy
sense
dialect
Satire
irony
variation of these words
San
sanitie
sanitite
cog
cognition
wis
philos
philoso
ilosophy
sen
sensen
sensi
dia
dialection
dialectics
satiren
satiro
iron
ironic
ironical
pathos/emotion
sentiment
melancholy
somber
sorrow
desolate
gloom
greif
serious
scorn
variation of these words
seni
seniment
melan
lancholy
somb
sombern
somberrta
som
sorro
sorrette
deso
esolate
gloomie
gloometta
grieve
seri
rious
scorneus
sorry if they aren't the best 😅
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Wynn: You know, the philoso-raptors from Jurassic Park?
Taylor, having an aneurysm: Philoso-raptors?
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risalei-nur · 1 year
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The Words - The Thirtieth  Word - Part 13
FOURTH EXAMPLE: According to one of Prophethood’s wise principles that There is nothing but it glorifies Him with His praise (17:44), the purpose and wisdom in creation, particularly of living creatures, may have one aspect relating to the creature itself but many aspects relating to the Creator. For example, a fruit has as much wisdom and as many purposes involved in its creation as all fruits of a tree. However, according to philosophy’s principles, which lack true wisdom, every living creature’s purpose relates to itself or is connected with benefits for humanity. This means that creation is so sense- less that the purpose of a mountain-like tree is only to yield a tiny fruit. It is one of the disastrous results of philosophy that such great Muslim philoso- phers as Ibn Sina and al-Farabi, infatuated by philosophy’s apparent glamour and deceived into following it, were considered only ordinary believers. Hujjatu’l-Islam al-Ghazzali did not accord them even that rank.
The leaders of the Mu‘tazili school, who were among the most learned scholars of Islamic theology, were attracted by philosophy’s glitter and became closely involved with it. Considering reason to be a self-sufficient and sound measure for determining the truth, they could not rise above the rank of heretical or novitiate belief. Furthermore, since they took pleasure in philosophy’s flattery of their evil-commanding souls, such famous literary fig- ures in Islamic history as Abu’l-A‘la al-Ma‘arri, notorious for his pessimism, and Omar Khayyam, known for his pitiful weeping, basked in philosophy’s applause. However, they earned contempt, condemnation, and restraining reproofs from people of truth and perfection, who told them: “You are being impertinent. You are approaching heresy and leading others to heresy.”
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stoicbreviary · 2 years
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Observe how the man engrossed with the world is distressed by the plunging value of his portfolio, and the man caring for his soul is busy with the shortcomings of his character—here is the true difference between bondage and freedom. 
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maybe this is of (incidental) interest to the machine/tool/inanimate object loving tumblr girlies https://youtu.be/oqOjFC9MCDc?t=659
or go to 10:59
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or maybe it'll sound like a lot of philoso-spiritual babbling sorry. i don't know how much sense it'll make anyway but just in case anyone's interested here's a bit more background (if these seem tedious/pointless maybe bear w him :^) ) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7_26uPz1lo https://youtu.be/QCFdBsaWWE4?t=97 or alternatively https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fr8WW_MPNBY (can't believe there's now ""shorts"" of this but ok maybe useful) https://www.youtube.com/shorts/U-HkEzd5EVA
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nemeaneffects · 2 years
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Philoso-Phee.
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