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"You want a physicist to speak at your funeral.

You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died.

You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed.

You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world.

You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.

And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you.

And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.

And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it.

And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.

And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time.

You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around.

According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly.

Amen."

—Aaron Freeman

artwork by beeple

Dune: The Litany Against Fear by Neeff

The drums went silent

The stage is bare

No more a touch of elegance

In the Rolling thunder

Of Orphaned Stones

Up Down and everything in-between

"Nature is playful and terrible. Some see the playful side and dally with it and let it sparkle. Others see the horror and cover their heads and are more dead than alive. The way does not lead between both, but embraces both. It is both cheerful play and cold horror."

C. G. Jung. “The Red Book”, p. 288, footnote 141

Sanity Sanctity

The Fitting, Mary Cassatt, 1890-1891, Cleveland Museum of Art

I do kind gestures. Remove my appendix.

I put my ear to a flat shell and—nothing.

I play the lottery ironically. Get married.

Have a smear test. I put my ear to the beak

of a dead bird—nothing. I grow wisdom

teeth. Jog. I pick up a toddler’s telephone,

Hello? — No answer. I change a light bulb

on my own. Organize a large party. Hire

a clown. Attend a four-day stonewalling

course. Have a baby. Stop eating Coco Pops.

I put my ear right up to the slack and gaping

bonnet of a daffodil—. Get divorced. Floss.

Describe a younger person’s music taste as

“just noise.” Enjoy perusing a garden centre.

Sit in a pub without drinking. I stand at the

lip of a pouting valley—speak to me!

My echo plagiarizes. I land a real love plus

two real cats. I never meet the talking bird

again. Or the yawning hole. The panther

of purple wisps who prowls inside the air.

I change nappies. Donate my eggs. Learn

a profound lesson about sacrifice. Brunch.

No singing floorboards. No vents leaking

scentless instructions. My mission is over.

The world has zipped up her second mouth.

― Sanity, by Caroline Bird

Source: Poetry (February 2019)

無門關

Water Is LIfe “We forget that the water cycle and the life cycle are one.” Jacques Yves Cousteau Vessel by Miles Toland

शाज्ञान Śājñāna

The world's most beautiful animal. | mihirwildmahajan

“At times I feel as if I am spread out over the landscape and inside things, and am myself living in every tree, in the splashing of the waves, in the clouds and the animals that come and go, in the procession of the seasons. There is nothing… with which I am not linked.”

—

Carl Jung

art by Vanessa Lemen

We are not just highly evolved animals with biological computers embedded inside our skulls; we are also fields of consciousness without limits, transcending time, space, matter, and linear causality. - Stanislav Grof

Creatrix by Martina Hoffmann (2019) | website | instagram

常道，常名

Each ball is travelling in a straight line... but end up in a fantastic illusion

Source

“Among animals I am the lion; among birds, the eagle Garuda. I am Prahlada, born among the demons, and of all that measures, I am time.I am death, which overcomes all, and the source of all beings still to be born. Just remember that I am, and that I support the entire cosmos with only a fragment of my being. Behold, Arjuna, a million divine forms, with an infinite variety of color and shape. Behold the gods of the natural world, and many more wonders never revealed before. Behold the entire cosmos turning within my body, and the other things you desire to see. I am time, the destroyer of all; I have come to consume the world.”Lord Krishna, The Bhagavad Gita

You’re experiencing a bird’s-eye view of one of the largest galaxies in our local universe. The scale of this Godzilla-like galaxy is simply unfathomable. Located 232 million light years away, UGC 2885 is 2.5 times wider than our Milky Way and contains over a trillion stars. It takes light itself at least 800,000 years just to traverse its width. Think of the countless worlds and creatures that may reside in such a behemoth, perhaps forever out of reach of humanity. (Music Credit: Hammock - “Afraid to Forget” | Credit: NASA, ESA, and B. Holwerda (University of Louisville)

Robert Doisneau (1912-1994) French photographer “You educate a man; you educate a man. You educate a woman; you educate a generation.” ― Brigham Young

A beautiful Fin Whale, Pacific White-Sided Dolphins, and glassy seas!

by Domenic Biagini

“In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.” ~ Albert Camus

Margot Robbie by Camilla Akrans 2018

“Beacon”

You’ll find the Kallur lighthouse on the Faroese island of Kalsoy. It was built to guide ships along the incredibly jagged Faroese coast but has also drawn travellers from all corners of the globe.

For me, its position atop a dramatic cliff surrounded by turbulent seas evoked scenes from legends and fairytales. The “end of the world” feel one gets standing along those cliffs is just unforgettable.

Faroe Islands, 2017. — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/3dTJRd3

Felix Mas

vTasty- Visually Tasty Food Blog French Baguette Recipe via Tumblr

“Drink water from the spring where horses drink. The horse will never drink bad water.

Lay your bed where the cat sleeps.

Eat the fruit that has been touched by a worm.

Boldly pick the mushroom on which the insects sit.

Plant the tree where the mole digs.

Build your house where the snake sits to warm itself.

Dig your fountain where the birds hide from heat.

Go to sleep and wake up at the same time with the birds – you will reap all of the days golden grains.

Eat more green – you will have strong legs and a resistant heart, like the beings of the forest.

Swim often and you will feel on earth like the fish in the water.

Look at the sky as often as possible and your thoughts will become light and clear.

Be quiet a lot, speak little – and silence will come in your heart, and your spirit will be calm and full of peace.”

- Saint Seraphim of Sarov

La femme a une puissance singulière qui se compose de la réalité de la force et de l'apparence de la faiblesse.

- Victor Hugo

Travelling, that I did, a lot. Keeping in line with a 周易 drawing made some 50 years ago now — 旅, 56.

Then I stopped, made a tour sur moi-même and realized.

There, 道 is

The traveler sees what he sees. The tourist sees what he has come to see.

- G.K. Chesterton

Nyoirin Kannon (Sk:Cintamanicakra) of the Murouji

wood, height: 78.7cm,

Heian Period

Nara, Japan

道德經第二十一章

孔德之容，唯道是從。

道之為物，唯恍唯惚。

忽兮恍兮，其中有象；恍兮忽兮，其中有物。

窈兮冥兮，其中有精；其精甚真，其中有信。

自古及今，其名不去，以閱衆甫。

吾何以知衆甫之狀哉？以此。

21  [The empty heart, or the Dao in its operation]

The Great Virtue is to follow the Tao and only the Tao. The Tao is shadowy and intangible. Intangible and evasive, and yet within it is a form. Evasive and intangible, and yet within it is a substance. Shadowy and dark, and yet within it is a vital force. This vital force is real and can be relied upon. From ancient times to the present the Tao's instructions have not been forgotten. Through it can be perceived the beginning of the story of life. How do I know how it was at the beginning of the story of life? Because of what is within me.

Solon*, by Plutarch

"Some wicked men are rich, some good are poor, We will not change our virtue for their store: Virtue's a thing that none can take away; But money changes owners all the day."

*  Solon (legendary, died 539 B.C.E.) Written 75 A.C.E. by Plutarch Translated by John Dryden