Tim's Stuff
Day 15. Angel. The way our kindness in the light of day brings us sound sleep in the dark hours of the night, same does a life of benevolence bring about eternal salvation in death. And the way our misdeeds under the guise of night haunt our waking dreams…
Day 17. Demon.
But there may never be a light without the shadows it casts, and there may never be a darkness without the light within it.
May the light always persist through the darkness. May the darkness always be remembered in light.
Ex nihilo nihil fit. Nothing comes from nothing.
But there may never be a light without the shadows it casts, and there may never be a darkness without the light within it.
May the light always persist through the darkness. May the darkness always be remembered in light.
Ex nihilo nihil fit. Nothing comes from nothing.
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Day 18. Saddle.
"Death is a strange concept. Human body ceases to function, sooner or later, and the mind, trapped within the body, fizzles out with it. But what of the soul? Does it turn into our final breath and leave us to join the world, to be one with the air? Or does it travel to the proverbial Other Side? Does it come back to be once more, but in another vessel? Does death guide it to the afterlife, or reap it, or witness the rebirth? And if so, if there is a personification of death in this world and others, what does it look like? The most widespread depiction is that of a Grim Reaper, a set of bones wrapped in a cloak swinging a scythe. Does everyone see it that way, though?"
J. Smith, "Notes on Spirits, Ghosts, and Similar Otherworldly Beings"
"Death is a strange concept. Human body ceases to function, sooner or later, and the mind, trapped within the body, fizzles out with it. But what of the soul? Does it turn into our final breath and leave us to join the world, to be one with the air? Or does it travel to the proverbial Other Side? Does it come back to be once more, but in another vessel? Does death guide it to the afterlife, or reap it, or witness the rebirth? And if so, if there is a personification of death in this world and others, what does it look like? The most widespread depiction is that of a Grim Reaper, a set of bones wrapped in a cloak swinging a scythe. Does everyone see it that way, though?"
J. Smith, "Notes on Spirits, Ghosts, and Similar Otherworldly Beings"
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Forwarded from Дріт
Охочі допомогти відбудовувати понівечені росіянами будівлі присутні? А з обіймами, співами, безкоштовним харчуванням і проживанням?
Ну то для вас «Будуємо Україну Разом» (БУР) має кльові пропозиції з різних частин України!
Найважливіші – на півдні:
В Миколаївській області зможеш допомогти сім’ї, чий будинок зруйновано. А також – облаштувати пошкоджену вибухами будівлю селищної ради, яка для громади зараз стала всім.
У Херсонській області поможеш відбудувати соцінфраструктуру: лікарні, сільські ради, територіальні центри.
Так, про твою безпеку подбають:
◾️ обʼєкти відбудови знаходяться мінімум за 25 км від лінії фронту;
◾️ всюди поруч укриття;
◾️ протягом тривалого часу була стабільна безпекова ситуація.
‼️ Поставтесь до волонтерства на деокупованих територіях із відповідальністю: зважте ризики. Подавайтесь якщо готові.
Але обрати для себе табір можна і заході, і в центрі України (облаштовують соціальні центри, молодіжні простори, інклюзивні тренажерки). Зареєструватись, обравши табір з датою і місцем проведення можна тут.
Інстаграм БУР 👈 всі питання туди.
#промо
Ну то для вас «Будуємо Україну Разом» (БУР) має кльові пропозиції з різних частин України!
Найважливіші – на півдні:
В Миколаївській області зможеш допомогти сім’ї, чий будинок зруйновано. А також – облаштувати пошкоджену вибухами будівлю селищної ради, яка для громади зараз стала всім.
У Херсонській області поможеш відбудувати соцінфраструктуру: лікарні, сільські ради, територіальні центри.
Так, про твою безпеку подбають:
◾️ обʼєкти відбудови знаходяться мінімум за 25 км від лінії фронту;
◾️ всюди поруч укриття;
◾️ протягом тривалого часу була стабільна безпекова ситуація.
‼️ Поставтесь до волонтерства на деокупованих територіях із відповідальністю: зважте ризики. Подавайтесь якщо готові.
Але обрати для себе табір можна і заході, і в центрі України (облаштовують соціальні центри, молодіжні простори, інклюзивні тренажерки). Зареєструватись, обравши табір з датою і місцем проведення можна тут.
Інстаграм БУР 👈 всі питання туди.
#промо
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Day 19. Plump.
"I'll never forget meeting mister Dienesman for the first time. I came into his poorly lit office, and he sat there, across that old desk always covered in papers, in his squeaky leather chair. We made acquaintance, I sat down down, and then he proceeded to rant about the current coffee prices for the next thirty good minutes while chugging cups of said coffee in between smoking a cheap cigar. It was surprisingly mundane, and he was strangely nonchalant about the whole thing, as if we had known each other for decades. Then I asked if he needed another editor, he coughed, yawned and said he was "generally okay with the idea".
At the time, it was the most captivating conversation I had ever had in my entire life."
E. Mickelson, "The Man who Built the Isles Daily"
"I'll never forget meeting mister Dienesman for the first time. I came into his poorly lit office, and he sat there, across that old desk always covered in papers, in his squeaky leather chair. We made acquaintance, I sat down down, and then he proceeded to rant about the current coffee prices for the next thirty good minutes while chugging cups of said coffee in between smoking a cheap cigar. It was surprisingly mundane, and he was strangely nonchalant about the whole thing, as if we had known each other for decades. Then I asked if he needed another editor, he coughed, yawned and said he was "generally okay with the idea".
At the time, it was the most captivating conversation I had ever had in my entire life."
E. Mickelson, "The Man who Built the Isles Daily"
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Day 20. Frost.
"There was great sadness in the air, and cold, as if a harbinger of funerals to come. I looked up, away from the carnage, and my gaze landed on the statue of old Ebenezer Wonderson. Only then did I notice he was riddled with bullets and grapeshot, his coat battered by gunfire and explosions, the writing on the plaque now barely legible. His stone eyes were looking North, towards England, but also as if down, at the bodies by his feet, solemnly.
I wondered then, what would this man say, were he come to life and witness the bloodshed in the streets he once paved, in the homes he built. Would he take our side, fight for our cause? Would he raise arms for his people? Would he weep in between barricades over children who died that day, who had no parents alive to mourn them, nameless and scorned?
Then it snowed, and the screams of the wounded urged us to seek shelter from the cold."
T. Candle, "Memoirs of a Revolutionary"
"There was great sadness in the air, and cold, as if a harbinger of funerals to come. I looked up, away from the carnage, and my gaze landed on the statue of old Ebenezer Wonderson. Only then did I notice he was riddled with bullets and grapeshot, his coat battered by gunfire and explosions, the writing on the plaque now barely legible. His stone eyes were looking North, towards England, but also as if down, at the bodies by his feet, solemnly.
I wondered then, what would this man say, were he come to life and witness the bloodshed in the streets he once paved, in the homes he built. Would he take our side, fight for our cause? Would he raise arms for his people? Would he weep in between barricades over children who died that day, who had no parents alive to mourn them, nameless and scorned?
Then it snowed, and the screams of the wounded urged us to seek shelter from the cold."
T. Candle, "Memoirs of a Revolutionary"
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