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Landslide by Fleetwood Mac except it’s playing through your car’s old radio cassette player as you drive alone through the desert at night. As far as you can tell, the nearest human life has got to be wherever that distant thunder is rolling in.

requested by @kawaiidesuyolo

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#TWRP #Ladyworld #music

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#Louis Cole #music

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“深夜の愛” by t e l e p a t h テレパシー能力者, from 2015′s 星間性交

#t e l e p a t h テレパシー能力者 #vaporwave #music #星間性交

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Therefore, to be precise, the class of people of whom I am speaking are “cosmopolitan” neither in the idealized nor in the demonized sense of the word. They neither bridge deep social differences in search of the best in human experience, nor debase themselves with exotic foreign pleasures. Rather, they have no concept of foreignness at all, because they have no native traditions against which to compare. Indeed, the very idea of a life shaped by inherited custom is alien to our young couple. When Jennifer and Jason try to choose a restaurant for dinner, one of them invariably complains, “I don’t want Italian, because I had Italian last night.”  It does not occur to them that in Italy, most people have Italian every night. For Jennifer and Jason, cuisines, musical styles, meditative practices, and other long-developed customs are not threads in a comprehensive or enduring way of life, but accessories like cheap sunglasses, to be casually picked up and discarded from day to day. Unmoored, undefined, and unaware of any other way of being, Jennifer and Jason are no one. They are the living equivalents of the particle board that makes up the IKEA dressers and IKEA nightstands next to their IKEA beds. In short, they are IKEA humans.

Samuel Biagetti, “The IKEA Humans: The Social Base of Contemporary Liberalism”

#quote #Samuel Biagetti #philosophy

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Li Huayi A Gathering of Pines and Clouds 2007 63.5 x 101.6 cm

#Li Huayi #21st century #art #painting #China

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#Grizzly Bear #music #Neighbors

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Such, brethren, is our life, we whose existence is so transitory. Such is the game we play upon earth: we do not exist and we are born, and being born we are dissolved. We are a fleeting dream, an apparition without substance, the flight of a bird that passes, a ship that leaves no trace upon the sea. We are dust, a vapor, the morning dew, a flower growing but a moment and withering in a moment.

Gregory of Nazianzus, Orations 7.19.1 (Funeral Oration on his Brother Caesarius; tr. Leo P. McCauley)

#Saints #St. Gregory of Nazianzus #quote #memento mori

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These are sad times. Twenty times a day do we ask ourselves if it is worth while living to be present at the downfall of all that we have loved.  Les temps sont tristes. Vingt fois par jour nous nous demandons s'il vaut la peine de vivre pour assister à la ruine de tout ce que nous avons aimé.

Ernest Renan (1823-1892), "First Dialogue: Certitudes," Philosophical Dialogues and Fragments (tr. Râs Bihârî Mukharjî)

#Ernest Renan #quote

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#Miho Fujiwara #music #California Crisis #anime

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Holy Father Dominic - Aug. 4

Deus, qui Ecclesiam tuam beati Dominici Confessoris tui illuminare dignatus es meritis et doctrinis: concede; ut eius intercessione temporalibus non destituatur auxiliis, et spiritualibus semper proficiat incrementis. Per Dóminum nostrum Iesum Christum, Fílium tuum: qui tecum vivit et regnat in unitáte Spíritus Sancti Deus, per ómnia sǽcula sæculórum. Amen.

O God, Who hast been pleased to shed throughout thy Church the light of the worthy deeds and healthful teaching of thy blessed Confessor Dominic, grant unto the same, with the help of his prayers, that she may never be either helpless in things temporal, or barren in things spiritual. Through Jesus Christ, thy Son our Lord, Who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, ever one God, world without end. Amen.

#St. Dominic #communion of saints

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#W.H. Auden #poetry

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Hollow Knight is a very, very pretty game

#Hollow Knight #games

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Spring Moon at Ninomiya Beach, 1932, Kawase Hasui (Japanese, 1883–1957). Courtesy of the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.

#kawase hasui #art #Japan #20th Century #woodblock

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#Oscillian #Ad Astra #music #synthwave

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#aesthetics #gif

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#aesthetics #gif