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kingdimitrx · 13 days
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Made a header for my blog!
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philosophybits · 11 months
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My acts are irrevocable because they have no essence. If they had an essence, they would be permanent. No one could have performed them.
Nāgārjuna, Mūlamadhyamakakārikā, Batchelor tr. (Ch 17)
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ksjanes · 1 year
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The mind loves patterns, it is a point of reference. A place to return too, a friend, a place of security, and that feeling of knowing. It seems like the mind is just looking for something to hold on too. It seeks permanence to remind it that the only permanent condition is that of impermanence.
K.S. Janes
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kyousystem · 6 months
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It is with great pleasure that I bring you THERA 2!
Watch along as Hera and Despera bring you a Halloween special, joined by a new co-host and some visiting guests!
There may or may not be some bonus content as well~
>>> https://kyousystem.itch.io/thera <<<
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wayti-blog · 2 months
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When we are unhurried and wise, we perceive that only great and worthy things have any permanent and absolute existence, that petty fears and petty pleasures are but the shadow of the reality.
Henry David Thoreau
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hopefulngold · 6 months
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another week of inktober <3
once again, illustrations inspired by paulo kellerman's writings
1 / 3 / 4
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redrcs · 7 months
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A Walk in the Park #6
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minecraftdreamer · 1 month
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In the early morning haze, the castle stood, perched on an outcrop of rock like a sentinel guarding against the encroaching wilderness. Its towers reached up to the indifferent sky, their red and white roofs a stark contrast to the blues and greens that surrounded them. The forest whispered at its walls, and the water below reflected the dreams of the stone, steadfast and serene.
Once, men had fought over this place, their swords and cries as ephemeral as the mist that now caressed the battlements. Those men were dust now, and the castle, a memory keeper of their existence, remained. It had stood the test of time, a monument to permanence in a world committed to change.
The sun peeked over distant mountains, casting golden light on the sturdy stone. A lone boat drifted lazily on the water’s surface, a solitary witness to the quiet majesty of dawn. In that boat, a man might sit, rod in hand, not fishing for his supper but for solitude.
The castle, with its unspoken history, watched over him, offering the quiet assurance that some things, like the rocks beneath the waves or the mountains in the distance, are unyielding. For a moment, it was as if time itself paused, acknowledging the past whilst leaning into the silence of the future.
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The De-Na-Zin Wilderness (from Diné Dééł Náázíní, or Standing Crane), in the Dinétah (San Juan Co, NM), is a rolling landscape of badlands that offers some of the most unusual scenery in New Mexico. Time and natural elements have etched a fantasy world of strange rock formations made of sandstone, shale, mudstone, coal and silt.
Photo: Jessica Fridrich/National Park Service (2023)
(Robert Scott Horton)
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Because what I want most is permanence, The long unwinding and continuous flow Of subterranean rivers rivers out of sense, That nourish arid landscapes with their blue- Poetry, prayer, or call it what you choose That frees the complicated act of will And makes the whole world both intense and still- I set my mind to artful work and craft, I set my heart on friendship, hard and fast Against the wild inflaming wink of chance And all sensations opened in a glance. Oh blue Atlantis where the sailors dream Their girls under the waves and in the foam- I move another course. I’ll not look down.
Because what I want most is permanence, What I do best is bury fire now, To bank the blaze within, and out of sense, Where hidden fires and rivers burn and flow, Create a world that is still and intense, I come to you with only the straight gaze. These are not hours of fire but years of praise, The glass full to the brim, completely full, But held in balance so no drop can spill.
-May Sarton
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kingdimitrx · 1 month
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Dimitri and the bad bitch he pulled by being autistic:
(Permanence fanart by me <3)
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apenitentialprayer · 2 years
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It was heinous to be so inextricably, technologically bound to a past that I fully regretted but barely remembered.
Edward Snowden (Permanent Record, page 96)
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philosophybits · 1 year
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Fixed ideas of permanence and transience, finitude and infinity, have no place when all is well.
Nāgārjuna, Mūlamadhyamakakārikā, Batchelor tr. (Ch 22)
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day 15 of posting my favourite bears in trees lyrics:
i want permanence in the little things //
while i leak rust from my broken jeans //
i want to feel chaotic //
but calm enough to hold you in the morning
Permanence
I Want To Feel Chaotic
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kyousystem · 1 year
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At LONG last, Kim's walk cycles for the four cardinal directions are finished~
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albertxylin · 6 months
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Brutus
You are defined by your choices, By the burdens you carry or relinquish. Permanence is one I cannot bear to wrap around my neck. I am unbound potential, And the freedom to become more than I am is one I relish. I am not a blank canvas, I am a word processor with a backspace.
Brutus was defined by his choices. He understood the crown was too heavy for a single head to bear Without crushing towns with each footstep. He saw a friend hold the destiny of his country in his hands, And took that burden on himself. It stabbed him just as he did, And Octavian wrests it from his bleeding fingers And cuts his throat with Caesar's legacy.
He is remembered as a traitor, And Caesar as king. He killed for his convictions and beliefs, Sacrificed himself and his friends And it was for nothing.
Brutus was a stone tablet, And the weight of his life makes marble creak and bow And sink into the earth. The name Brutus means heavy, One more chain around his neck. This was always his destiny, To be buried.
It is also ours. No bird can escape gravity.
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