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I realized why the idea of constellations has always swayed me. constellations are so very human.
our wonder of the stars is bone-sunk; we’ve been thinking and dreaming and watching and watching and watching since the beginning of time, and we looked for so long that we started making connections.
we played a celestial game of connect-the-dots; trying to find order in something so vast and trying to show that the stars are in everything and everything is in the stars.
we plucked pictures out of the infinite; there’s a dog, there’s a bear, there’s a lion, see? look, right there; the stars hold and mirror back everything.
but then it went a step further. instead of everyday things, we stopped picking out the cups and the bears, and instead we saw stories.
look, there’s Andromeda, chained to a rock and waiting to be devoured by Cetus. there’s Orion, and Hercules, and do you see Orpheus’ lyre? Zeus sent an eagle to retrieve it after Orpheus’ death and he placed it in the sky.
we did the most human thing imaginable: we wrote our stories into the stars. we filled the night sky; previously so vast, so unknowable; with our history. we forged connections to the stars and made it so our children will always know where they come from.
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“The painter has to wrestle with color, canvas, and brushes, the sculptor with stone and chisel. Yet the creative act, their “vision” of what they are going to create, transcends time. It occurs in a flash, or in many flashes, but time is not experienced in the vision.”— Erich Fromm
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Love was never just about balance, but adaptive expressions made to encapsule a sacred journey between two egos who wished to invest in something greater than themselves.
“I would like to be able to gently drift in and out of existence when I wanted to.”— Henry Rollins, Solipsist (via books-n-quotes)
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I once read that the water carried the fishes, thinking that it was the same idea: happiness carried us despite our shortcomings and short-lived rendezvous. It made me remember the movement of flow, the way it leaps forward before it wants to jump.
“I wish they would take me as I am.”— Vincent van Gogh
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Everything Is An Expression Of The Quantum Field Of Pure Potentiality
All of the matter in the universe is made up of atoms which are 99.9999999 percent empty space (non-localized, thinking non-stuff). At the fundamental level of existence there is no such thing, as a distinct ‘thing’. -Anon I mus (Spiritually Anonymous)
“As soon as you are born you are given a name, a religion, a nationality and a race. You spend the rest of your life defending a fictional identity.”— (via pure-awareness)
People spend a lifetime searching for happiness; looking for peace. They chase idle dreams, addictions, religions, even other people, hoping to fill the emptiness that plagues them. The irony is the only place they ever needed to search was within.
Ramona L. Anderson
“She used her knife with authority,”— Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; “Jacob’s Room,” wr. c. 1922
“The days passed, more and more dreamlike.”— Colette, tr. by Antonia White from “Gribiche,” wr. c. February 1937
“The rain is full of ghosts tonight.”— Edna St. Vincent Millay // What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why
“I’m always in a state of trance, I’m not very often in the real world.”— Emma Hewitt (via eliseeatydendivu)
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