Fabio and the Goose

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2RIEPKEhE2s

There is only one way

 "'Yes! Very funny this terrible thing is. A man that is born falls into a dream like a man who falls into the sea. If he tries to climb out into the air as inexperienced people endeavour to do, he drowns- nicht wahr?... No! I tell you! The way is to the destructive element submit yourself, and with the exertions of your hands and feet in the water make the deep, deep sea keep you up. So if you ask me- how to be?'

"His voice leaped up extraordinarily strong, as though away there in the dusk he had been inspired by some whisper of knowledge. 'I will tell you! For that, too, there is only one way.'

"With a hasty swish swish of his slippers he loomed up in the ring of faint light, and suddenly appeared in the bright circle of the lamp. His extended hand aimed at my breast like a pistol; his deep-set eyes seemed to pierce through me, but his twitching lips uttered no word, and the austere exaltation of a certitude seen in the dusk vanished from his face. The hand that had been pointing at my breast fell, and by-and-by, coming a step nearer, he laid it gently on my shoulder. There were things, he said mournfully, that perhaps could never be told, only he had lived so much alone that sometimes he forgot- he forgot. The light had destroyed the assurance which had inspired him in the distant shadows. He sat down and, with both elbows on the desk, rubbed his forehead. 'And yet it is true it is true. In the destructive element immerse.'... He spoke in a subdued tone, without looking at me, one hand on each side of his face. 'That was the way. To follow the dream, and again to follow the dream- and so- ewig- usque ad finem....' The whisper of his conviction seemed to open before me a vast and uncertain expanse, as of a crepuscular horizon on a plain at dawn- or was it, perchance, at the coming of the night? One had not the courage to decide; but it was a charming and deceptive light, throwing the impalpable poesy of its dimness over pitfalls- over graves. His life had begun in sacrifice, in enthusiasm for generous ideas; he had travelled very far, on various ways, on strange paths, and whatever he followed it had been without faltering, and therefore without shame and without regret. In so far he was right. That was the way, no doubt. Yet for all that the great plain on which men wander amongst graves and pitfalls remained very desolate under the impalpable poesy of its crepuscular light, overshadowed in the centre, circled with a bright edge as if surrounded by an abyss full of flames. When at last I broke the silence it was to express the opinion that no one could be more romantic than himself.

From Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim

Shake

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QXLTVVAup68

Irrisistible Force

 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irresistible_force_paradox

Cymatics - resonance

 

Warriors

 

Cervantes

Love makes all things equal.

- Don Quixote

 Love has a thousand shapes.

-To the Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf

Woolf

 "Like a work of art," she repeated, looking from her canvas to the

drawing-room steps and back again. She must rest for a moment. And,

resting, looking from one to the other vaguely, the old question which

traversed the sky of the soul perpetually, the vast, the general

question which was apt to particularise itself at such moments as

these, when she released faculties that had been on the strain, stood

over her, paused over her, darkened over her. What is the meaning of

life? That was all--a simple question; one that tended to close in on

one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great

revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily

miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark;

here was one. This, that, and the other; herself and Charles Tansley

and the breaking wave; Mrs. Ramsay bringing them together; Mrs. Ramsay

saying, "Life stand still here"; Mrs. Ramsay making of the moment

something permanent (as in another sphere Lily herself tried to

make of the moment something permanent)--this was of the nature

of a revelation. In the midst of chaos there was shape; this eternal

passing and flowing (she looked at the clouds going and the leaves

shaking) was struck into stability. Life stand still here, Mrs. Ramsay

said. "Mrs. Ramsay! Mrs. Ramsay!" she repeated. She owed it all to her.

- To the Lighthouse 

Dangling Chad

 https://www.google.com/search?q=dangling+chad+election+2000+wiki

Henry Miller

All is creation, all is change, all is flux, all is metamorphosis.

Immanence

 Immanence

Sight v. Sound

The geranium in the urn became startlingly visible and, displayed among

its leaves, he could see, without wishing it, that old, that obvious

distinction between the two classes of men; on the one hand the steady

goers of superhuman strength who, plodding and persevering, repeat the

whole alphabet in order, twenty-six letters in all, from start to finish;

on the other the gifted, the inspired who, miraculously, lump all the

letters together in one flash--the way of genius. 

- Virigina Woolf, To the Lighthouse 

By the Mark

 

Restaurants used to be one of the few places where you could have an experience that was completely human

 https://www.nytimes.com/2024/08/06/dining/pete-wells-how-restaurants-have-changed.html

Mushrooms

 

Mina Loy

The is Neither Life nor Death (1914-1915)

Only intensity,

And tame things

Have no immensity

- Mina Loy

Om - This sylable is the whole world.

Hook/egg

Swerve

"Why is it invariably I who swerves first? Why precisely me and not him?"

- Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground

Brumaire

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brumaire#:~:text=Brumaire%20(French%20pronunciation%3A%20%5Bb%CA%81ym%C9%9B%CA%81,(mois%20d'automne). 

Taiji

In Taiji (T'ai Chi) movement, follow the curve to be aware of the straight line. 

- Master Wu Yu-Hsaing

But I am more than dust and ashes: I am my best part, I am my soul.

- John Donne

The Friend

“This is not two friends who engage in thought”, Deleuze and Guattari write; “rather, it is thought itself which requires this division of thought between friends” (WIP: 69).

This operation takes place as if the personae were so many divers, descending from the plane of immanence into the sea below, where singularities lie scattered like so many stray pearls. Braving the depths, the personae collect these shimmering ordinates (chiffres) and then return to the surface, where these singularities will be thrown on a table of immanence like “a handful of dice from chance-chaos” (WIP: 75). With each throw, we induce the features that will be arrayed, collected and diagrammed in the concept. 

-  Gregg Flaxman

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

 “Have you ever thought, not only about the airplane but whatever man builds, that all of man’s industrial efforts, all his computations and calculations, all the nights spent working over draughts and blueprints, invariably culminate in the production of a thing whose sole and guiding principle is the ultimate principle of simplicity?

It is as if there were a natural law which ordained that to achieve this end, to refine the curve of a piece of furniture, or a ship’s keel, or the fuselage of an airplane, until gradually it partakes of the elementary purity of the curve of the human breast or shoulder, there must b experimentation of several generations of craftsmen. In anything at all, perfection is finally attained not when there is no longer anything to add, but when there is no longer anything to take away, when a body has been stripped down to its nakedness.”

― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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