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She was a fool, and so am I, and so is anyone who thinks he sees what God is doing. Vonnegut

› Long exposure photographs of fireflies in Japan

the plight of the psychic life
nothing stays hidden
no truth goes unknown, not even those most painful to realize

The artist- Mika Jones.

The Collective You, You wear these badges, these insignia of ego, on your sleeves, on a chain around your neck as if they are contributing or adding something to your person. I take pride in the fact that you might not recognize me for who I used to be. I’ve shed that skin like a snake, only to regenerate myself time and time again. Like a snake also my senses are heightened, and I can taste the air around me like gossamer made of sweet milk.
You tell me of your parents, you tell me of the neighborhood you grew up in, you talk about your friends, you talk about the music you listen to. You have yet to tell me something about yourself. What keeps you up in the middle of the night? What stirs your emotions round into tears? How are you connecting to the world around you? and why?
But, what color is your hair? What accent do you speak in? What is your physical age? These details get lost on me as now the only thing my eyes can see are what my mind truly can recognize. The sadness in your words, the people you were in past lives (and who I might have been in comparison), the colors involved in your aura- these things can overwhelm my five senses, as we start to sense one another on a deeper plane, with more profound discovery of knowledge. Only with some people can we connect with such intensity. Only some peoples eyes change colors. Only some peoples chlorite in quartz goes from green when gifted, and blushes with red once it’s been loved. — The Collective You, You wear these badges, these insignia of ego, on your sleeves, on a chain around your neck as if they are contributing or adding something to your person. I take pride in the fact that you might not recognize me for who I used to be. I’ve shed that skin like a snake, only to regenerate myself time and time again. Like a snake also my senses are heightened, and I can taste the air around me like gossamer made of sweet milk.

You tell me of your parents, you tell me of the neighborhood you grew up in, you talk about your friends, you talk about the music you listen to. You have yet to tell me something about yourself. What keeps you up in the middle of the night? What stirs your emotions round into tears? How are you connecting to the world around you? and why?

But, what color is your hair? What accent do you speak in? What is your physical age? These details get lost on me as now the only thing my eyes can see are what my mind truly can recognize. The sadness in your words, the people you were in past lives (and who I might have been in comparison), the colors involved in your aura- these things can overwhelm my five senses, as we start to sense one another on a deeper plane, with more profound discovery of knowledge. Only with some people can we connect with such intensity. Only some peoples eyes change colors. Only some peoples chlorite in quartz goes from green when gifted, and blushes with red once it’s been loved.

› there are colors all around us, most of us cannot see...

Star Drawings by David Stephenson

(via theroseknight214)

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earthandanimals:

Squid Eggs.
Photographer unknown. — earthandanimals:

Squid Eggs.

Photographer unknown.

(via earthandanimals)

tomasorban:

penetration triple twinning of Os crystals, by fluor_doublet

wouldn’t my life be easier to live if I were less empathetic?
well yes of course
but I don’t make habits of going around seeing how I can make my life easier for myself
sometimes the choices I make deliberately do make my life harder to live but
‘easy’ and ‘life’ dont always go together so well
(like ‘need’ and ‘love’)
we’re meant to be experiencing pain and strife
in our day to day realities
a life without those two things is really not much of a life at all
and the only difference between a false prophet and a prophet that is true
is no difference at all
and the only snake oil I can personally attest to being true
is the one I’ve been brewing in my own bathtub — wouldn’t my life be easier to live if I were less empathetic?

well yes of course

but I don’t make habits of going around seeing how I can make my life easier for myself

sometimes the choices I make deliberately do make my life harder to live but

‘easy’ and ‘life’ dont always go together so well

(like ‘need’ and ‘love’)

we’re meant to be experiencing pain and strife

in our day to day realities

a life without those two things is really not much of a life at all

and the only difference between a false prophet and a prophet that is true

is no difference at all

and the only snake oil I can personally attest to being true

is the one I’ve been brewing in my own bathtub