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Will it not be employment enough to watch the progress of the seasons?

He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world

Ra, deafeted by the forces of darkness, drowns in his own blood

Omnia mea mecum sunt

Always looking to the beams of the sun.

Monument of death Barren and rotting inside Waiting for a storm

Nacreous clouds

Whenever people see birds flying through the sky, it's said that they get the urge to go on a journey. The world is not beautiful: And that, in a way, lends it a sort of beauty.

Today I learned of Minoan bull-leaping where men and women would grab charging bulls by the horns and vault over them doing somersaults as a form of non-violent bullfighting

Every day, priests minutely examine the Dharma And endlessly chant complicated sutras. Before doing that, though, they should learn How to read the love letters sent by the wind and rain, the snow and moon.

Smile!

why is it all so beautiful this fake dream this craziness why?

The mysteries of creation are there. Up in the sky? Up in the sky. The moon and the planets are there, And new hopes for knowledge and peace are there, And therefore, as we set sail, we ask God's blessing on the most hazardous and dangerous and greatest adventure on which man has ever embarked.

If at first you don't succeed

What is artistic integrity and honest expression?

I met the money monkey man he told me what he'd say He said he'll take on all my sin and walk it all away

Lay down and die or make a snow angel