tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79868161220523478252024-03-20T02:04:37.726-07:00I Hear EntropyMusic and videos and stuff I like and want to share with YOU!stretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.comBlogger774125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-7623526728475122572019-02-18T11:36:00.002-08:002019-02-18T11:36:38.371-08:00Sometimes there are No Rules<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"As long as you're dancing, you can<br />
Break the rules.<br />
Sometimes breaking the rules is just<br />
Extending the rules.<br />
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Sometimes there are no rules."<br />
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--Mary Oliver--<br />
stretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-50694169272760381902019-01-30T21:04:00.002-08:002019-01-30T21:04:49.080-08:00The Meaning of Life<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/fDybnCmcyeI" width="560"></iframe>stretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-71295484507453407742019-01-10T10:04:00.001-08:002019-01-10T10:04:05.776-08:00Last nights dream again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A recurring dream I had again last night:<br />
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I'm sleeping and I wake up hearing voices in the next room. I don't actually wake up because I then float up out of my body and float towards the door. I look back and see myself and Julia sleeping soundly. I float to the door to the next room and the sound of the voices. Sitting at the table in our dining room are my dad, my grandma Haworth, Aunt Thressa, and David Bowie (with a red crew cut). They are lost in a heated conversation about which art form is the purest and most accessible. Bowie is arguing for music. They are also playing pinochle, drinking Southern Comfort and smoking. They cannot see me and I watch the game and conversation for a while and I'm a bit upset that they are smoking in my house and drinking my Southern Comfort (I don't actually drink Southern Comfort OR know how to play pinochle). The conversation shifts to how much they enjoy living in my head because they get to travel and see so many interesting places but they don't like the fact they only get to come out when I am asleep.stretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-77638662394727416122018-12-27T08:59:00.003-08:002018-12-27T08:59:33.571-08:00Paradigm shift<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Problems that remain persistently insoluble<br />
should always be suspected as questions ??????<br />
asked in the wrong way.stretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-16397354523067751902018-11-08T08:07:00.000-08:002018-11-08T08:07:47.788-08:00I am not what you think I am<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>I am not what You think I am. You are what You think I am.</b>stretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-35579749716271460252018-10-30T10:54:00.003-07:002018-10-30T10:55:50.247-07:00Barr Trail Haiku<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Stn0JOR_IFw" width="560"></iframe><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Golden butterflies
fall in the warm mountain breeze.
We have miles to go</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">keith</span>stretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-70344794034766788342018-10-30T09:25:00.001-07:002018-10-30T09:25:55.141-07:00A beautiful day begins with a beautiful mindset<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A beautiful day begins with a beautiful mindset.<br />
When you wake up,<br />
take a second to think about what a privilege<br />
it is to simply be alive and healthy.<br />
The moment you start acting like life is a blessing,<br />
I assure you it will start to feel like one.<br />
Time spent appreciating is time worth livingstretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-69697270128815087632018-08-24T14:16:00.001-07:002018-08-24T14:16:59.446-07:00You're It - Alan Watts<iframe allow="autoplay; encrypted-media" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/fcPWU59Luoc" width="560"></iframe>stretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-39827645296445370362018-06-06T08:40:00.001-07:002018-06-07T09:17:48.375-07:00Everything is going beautifully Nowhere<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggYEryxDsoh48L5mX0GxEGUl_ortpzpppN4U8h0sLQhcRDq4viwDoNWfNNyVvjA4hB30CCyCE1NTxIHnn0n0G0Op8RfnWwRpU3kWPxrdwWyraDd1HtgtTmdVa-ErLQoaGnBeBjhNQuXG4/s1600/34480934_10215880652431896_1562586918502268928_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggYEryxDsoh48L5mX0GxEGUl_ortpzpppN4U8h0sLQhcRDq4viwDoNWfNNyVvjA4hB30CCyCE1NTxIHnn0n0G0Op8RfnWwRpU3kWPxrdwWyraDd1HtgtTmdVa-ErLQoaGnBeBjhNQuXG4/s640/34480934_10215880652431896_1562586918502268928_n.jpg" width="640" /></a>
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<b>Cooling off in Aravaipa Canyon</b><br />
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Do not ask where<br />
we go from here<br />
Nobody knows<br />
Some think they do<br />
but nobody really knows<br />
anything<br />
about anything<br />
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We are only gurgles<br />
in the stream<br />
and the stream doesn’t<br />
know where it’s going<br />
either<br />
It is just going<br />
It is just<br />
going with its nature<br />
as far as that<br />
will take it<br />
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And with its nature<br />
it has to take along<br />
a horde of<br />
gurgles<br />
who are forever asking<br />
where they are<br />
gurgling to<br />
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Everything<br />
is going beautifully<br />
nowhere<br />
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---James Broughton<br />
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photo by Julia Heestretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-85326355911289940742018-05-31T09:45:00.001-07:002018-05-31T09:45:18.071-07:00Star dream<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" mozallowfullscreen="" src="https://player.vimeo.com/video/272797933" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="640"></iframe><br />
<a href="https://vimeo.com/272797933">Star Dream</a> from <a href="https://vimeo.com/user749148">Keith Stretchko</a> on <a href="https://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.
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Last nights dream: I was flying in space on a ship with transparent walls and it felt like I was flying through stars and I Feel Love was playing loud and I felt magnificent.stretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-63319453610172498582018-04-25T09:15:00.000-07:002018-04-25T09:15:21.876-07:00Last Nights Dream<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm a Fortune Teller on a street next to Jackson Square in New Orleans next to the mighty, muddy Mississippi. A slow, sticky day; black cat rubbing against my leg under the table. I use the tarot as a prop, but I can actually SEE into people, see what they want to hear.<br />
I give them reassurances and lies about loved ones, make up stories about future success and triumphs and happiness on the way.<br />
Sometimes I see truths about their future, but they never want the truth. I give them what they pay me for. Reassurances that mistakes they made in the past did not ruin lives, that they are truly Good people. Those hurting from The Big Loss and wanting assurance that they will be reunited in heaven with their loved one.<br />
I see the muddy river that flows through each person and I attempt to clear it up a bit. My younger sister was born blind, and fortune telling reminds me of trying to describe the beauty of a sunset to her.<br />
It is late in the afternoon and I'm about to pack it up for the day when a woman approaches my table. A celebrity? I recognize her from the movies or television. Gina Gershon. <br />
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Then I wake up thinking 'Who the fuck is Gina Gershon?'stretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-41274038279291062092018-02-22T08:18:00.002-08:002018-02-22T08:18:55.964-08:00Desiderata<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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~Desiderata~<br />
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Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.<br />
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If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.<br />
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Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let not this blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.<br />
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Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.<br />
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Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful.<br />
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Strive to be happy.<br />
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~ Max Ehrmann, 1927stretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-12958160551329868912018-02-20T11:08:00.001-08:002018-02-20T11:08:52.960-08:00Far Beyond Explanations<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfYn2blf6s1UuzDBv3UB1cr_YtsVJe94e8BuB158ETz7GuwfuXNFqDwJeVnJ0iTZMgAt8YsQr-7ZNLnizU-KuOPeR1_7nyR2jGm5H62k5_e8Ercptbgcj4F9qkOKvhaa1gNJ3PlfY6TIo/s1600/16299506_255335594889480_5349606470950746436_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="368" data-original-width="460" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfYn2blf6s1UuzDBv3UB1cr_YtsVJe94e8BuB158ETz7GuwfuXNFqDwJeVnJ0iTZMgAt8YsQr-7ZNLnizU-KuOPeR1_7nyR2jGm5H62k5_e8Ercptbgcj4F9qkOKvhaa1gNJ3PlfY6TIo/s640/16299506_255335594889480_5349606470950746436_n.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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One can spend a lifetime seeking explanations.<br />
It is even worse if one finds them.<br />
What the heart requires is not explanation,<br />
but breaking open entirely<br />
far beyond explanations.<br />
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---Robert Saltzman---stretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-84324402154647874932018-02-12T10:54:00.000-08:002018-02-12T10:55:34.461-08:00We are Still the Big Bang<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlFbNSbya8piOR0nq2BA5-MvSBYz0yQ9Xf1rx5PwSiCVwI7Owik6Ukyv3ygHm1g4U1lUqZ4hVVck7UNR2DAQ7iJ4QL9gig6Eox6jAC-Gjxfhyphenhyphen-ecETkGiBqKFLWBKCQ3bc2gw_CwJjmmY/s1600/27867619_1222995351164731_1475244334994442385_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlFbNSbya8piOR0nq2BA5-MvSBYz0yQ9Xf1rx5PwSiCVwI7Owik6Ukyv3ygHm1g4U1lUqZ4hVVck7UNR2DAQ7iJ4QL9gig6Eox6jAC-Gjxfhyphenhyphen-ecETkGiBqKFLWBKCQ3bc2gw_CwJjmmY/s640/27867619_1222995351164731_1475244334994442385_n.jpg" width="631" height="640" data-original-width="567" data-original-height="575" /></a><br />
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"There was a big bang at the beginning of things and it spread. And you and I, sitting here in this room, as complicated human beings, are way, way out on the fringe of that bang. We are the complicated little patterns on the end of it. Very interesting.<br />
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But so we define ourselves as being only that. If you think that you are only inside your skin, you define yourself as one very complicated little curlique, way out on the edge of that explosion. Way out in space, and way out in time. Billions of years ago, you were a big bang, but now you're a complicated human being.<br />
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And then we cut ourselves off, and don't feel that we're still the big bang. But you are. Depends how you define yourself. You are actually--if this is the way things started, if there was a big bang in the beginning-- you're not something that's a result of the big bang. You're not something that is a sort of puppet on the end of the process. You are still the process.<br />
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You are the big bang, the original force of the universe, coming on as whoever you are. When I meet you, I see not just what you define yourself as--Mr so-and- so, Ms so-and-so, Mrs so-and-so--I see every one of you as the primordial energy of the universe coming on at me in this particular way. I know I'm that, too. But we've learned to define ourselves as separate from it.”<br />
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― Alan W. Watts<br />
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<b>I’m in love with a girl </b><br />
<b>who’s in love with the world </b><br />
<b>and I can’t help but follow</b>stretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-23741455117908958532017-12-06T21:33:00.000-08:002017-12-06T21:33:44.239-08:00You are Here Now -- Robert Saltzman<iframe allow="encrypted-media" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" gesture="media" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/V2zbpKvcLH8" width="560"></iframe>stretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-63266496608732323762017-11-18T10:18:00.000-08:002017-11-18T10:18:56.781-08:00Alan Watts ~ Are You Tired Of Playing The Social Game?<iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/LXVrNRo1Zj8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>stretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-80813461393225313372017-11-11T07:57:00.000-08:002017-11-11T07:57:37.420-08:00NASA Releases Stunning New Images Of Jupiter<iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/2mUOaCSNZWk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>stretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-91937716891391072692017-11-01T09:32:00.000-07:002017-11-01T09:32:14.122-07:00Break out of Prison<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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'A human being is a part of the whole,<br />
called by us Universe,<br />
a part limited in time and space.<br />
He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings<br />
as something separated from the rest - a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness.<br />
This delusion is a kind of prison,<br />
restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us.<br />
Our task must be to free from this prison by<br />
widening our circle of compassion<br />
to embrace all living creatures and the whole nature in its beauty.'<br />
<br />
-Albert Einsteinstretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-69471760662066742672017-11-01T09:21:00.000-07:002017-11-01T09:21:07.277-07:00Muere Lentamente by Martha Medeiros<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Muere lentamente<br />
quien se transforma en esclavo del hábito,<br />
repitiendo todos los días los mismos trayectos,<br />
quien no cambia de marca.<br />
No arriesga vestir un color nuevo y no le habla a quien no conoce.<br />
<br />
Muere lentamente<br />
quien hace de la televisión su gurú.<br />
<br />
Muere lentamente<br />
quien evita una pasión,<br />
quien prefiere el negro sobre blanco<br />
y los puntos sobre las “íes” a un remolino de emociones,<br />
justamente las que rescatan el brillo de los ojos,<br />
sonrisas de los bostezos,<br />
corazones a los tropiezos y sentimientos.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Muere lentamente<br />
quien no voltea la mesa cuando está infeliz en el trabajo,<br />
quien no arriesga lo cierto por lo incierto para ir detrás de un sueño,<br />
quien no se permite por lo menos una vez en la vida,<br />
huir de los consejos sensatos.<br />
<br />
Muere lentamente<br />
quien no viaja,<br />
quien no lee,<br />
quien no oye música,<br />
quien no encuentra gracia en si mismo.<br />
<br />
Muere lentamente<br />
quien destruye su amor propio,<br />
quien no se deja ayudar.<br />
<br />
Muere lentamente,<br />
quien pasa los días quejándose de su mala suerte<br />
o de la lluvia incesante.<br />
<br />
Muere lentamente,<br />
quien abandona un proyecto antes de iniciarlo,<br />
no preguntando de un asunto que desconoce<br />
o no respondiendo cuando le indagan sobre algo que sabe.<br />
<br />
Evitemos la muerte en suaves cuotas,<br />
recordando siempre que estar vivo exige un esfuerzo mucho mayor<br />
que el simple hecho de respirar.<br />
Solamente la ardiente paciencia hará que conquistemos<br />
una espléndida felicidad.stretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-36231682587601461682017-10-30T09:43:00.000-07:002017-10-30T09:43:45.514-07:00Dying Slowly by Martha Medeiros<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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“You start dying slowly<br />
if you do not travel,<br />
if you do not read,<br />
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,<br />
If you do not appreciate yourself.<br />
<br />
You start dying slowly<br />
When you kill your self-esteem;<br />
When you do not let others help you.<br />
<br />
You start dying slowly<br />
If you become a slave of your habits,<br />
Walking everyday on the same paths…<br />
If you do not change your routine,<br />
If you do not wear different colours<br />
Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.<br />
<br />
You start dying slowly<br />
If you avoid to feel passion<br />
And their turbulent emotions;<br />
Those which make your eyes glisten<br />
And your heart beat fast.<br />
<br />
You start dying slowly<br />
If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love,<br />
If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,<br />
If you do not go after a dream,<br />
If you do not allow yourself,<br />
At least once in your lifetime,<br />
To run away from sensible advice.”<br />
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― Martha Medeirosstretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-73036916435469700962017-10-25T22:01:00.002-07:002017-10-25T22:01:43.744-07:00It is your Life -- Charles Bukowski<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/PLauo0Qx48k" width="560"></iframe>stretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-51060579593805795742017-10-22T19:09:00.000-07:002017-10-22T19:09:18.952-07:00Calling The Others<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" mozallowfullscreen="" src="https://player.vimeo.com/video/59759365" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="640"></iframe><br />
<a href="https://vimeo.com/59759365">Calling The Others</a> from <a href="https://vimeo.com/simonhaiduk">Simon Haiduk</a> on <a href="https://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
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<br />
Take a walk with me to the Primordial. I hear Entropy.<br />
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Visuals by: http://www.simonhaiduk.com | Music by: http://www.anilah.bandcamp.com<br />
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A companion video to the song "Calling The Others" by Anilah. Including motion graphics and artwork by Simon Haiduk, as well as an art feature by David Heskin.stretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-60057125334015341662017-10-17T09:01:00.000-07:002017-10-17T09:02:52.697-07:00Embrace the One<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yield and overcome;<br />
Bend and be straight;<br />
Empty and be full;<br />
Wear out and be new;<br />
Have little and gain;<br />
Have much and be confused.<br />
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Therefore the wise embrace the one<br />
And set an example to all.<br />
Not putting on a display,<br />
They shine forth.<br />
Not justifying themselves,<br />
They are distinguished.<br />
Not boasting,<br />
They receive recognition.<br />
Not bragging,<br />
They never falter.<br />
They do not quarrel,<br />
So no one quarrels with them.<br />
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Therefore the ancients say,<br />
'Yield and overcome.'<br />
Is that an empty saying?<br />
Be really whole,<br />
And all things will come to you.<br />
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Lao Tsu,<br />
Tao Te Ching - chapter 22<br />
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(translation by Gia-fu Feng and Jane English)stretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986816122052347825.post-86974903682790212482017-09-27T23:29:00.000-07:002017-09-27T23:29:08.456-07:00Alan Watts - Awakening Within the Illusion of the Dream<iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wDkshlpok-4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>stretkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12975456598938280467noreply@blogger.com0