The link at top works for me but something weird happened. Anyway it looks exactly like a modern minimalist painting. It was treasured by a warlord in the 1700s in Japan.
I copied a few interesting translated works on Japanese aesthetics, Ill send you the titles , may be hard to find. I love issa and basho but cant really appreciate them without knowing language.
Your treatment of the void and wabi sabi were very interesting. I also like some Bhutto.
The books I copied were difficult. The net and u tube have wonderful insight.
Its a profound and different way of perceiving the world.
"On February 25th 2016 I was awoken abruptly from my sleep at about 3am. I couldn’t identify at first what woke me, all I knew was that I had an overwhelmingly bad feeling. It didn’t take me long to realize that a thunderstorm was raging outside. It was quite loud, and the lightning lit up my entire room in a way I have never encountered before. Despite this, I felt very sure that it wasn’t the noise or light that had woken me. Instead I felt it was the sickening sense of dread that inexplicably hung over me. I have never been disturbed by thunderstorms before; on the contrary I have always found them exciting, sitting on my porch growing up and watching them roll in. But on this early morning something seemed very wrong. I got out of bed and stood in my room uncertainly, trying to decide what to do. Now on top of the unexplained fear other symptoms were emerging: nausea, heart palpitations. Soon the feeling of panic was smothering, and it seemed to be filling my room to the point that some part of my brain begged me to run away, to flee outside into the storm. Luckily I had an epiphany after remembering something I had recently learned, and I fought the urge. Then suddenly, the feeling was gone as abruptly as it had come. The storm quieted, the thunder became more distant. I slipped back into bed and fell asleep wondering what the hell had just happened to me.
The February 25th storm was pretty severe for the Boston area. It "
THOUGHTS ON EVERYTHING: A VIRTUAL CABINET OF CURIOSITIES THE CRYPTID ANIQUARIAN
Karman vortex street? When I was late teens I pitched a tent on a peak with with winds so high trees were non existent. Just a few minutes before nightfall. Colder than hell too. In the middle of the night I woke up gasping for breath and feeling like I was suffocating. I tore out of my tent and I stripped off most of my protective layers of clothing. It was like chinese water torture, Later I calmed down and went back to my tent. In the morning I noticed a no camping in this area sign. DONT WORRY.
apparently free will is a matter of choices we make over time, no one but god can really judge its role in our lives. Genes and environment can pre determine a lot of evil actors.
Before a campaign speech in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Theodore Roosevelt, the presidential candidate for the Progressive Party, is shot at close range by saloonkeeper John Schrank while greeting the public in front of the Gilpatrick Hotel. Schrank’s .32-caliber bullet, aimed directly at Roosevelt’s heart, failed to mortally wound the former president because its force was slowed by a glasses case and a bundle of manuscript in the breast pocket of Roosevelt’s heavy coat–a manuscript containing Roosevelt’s evening speech. Schrank was immediately detained and reportedly offered as his motive that “any man looking for a third term ought to be shot.”
Roosevelt, who suffered only a flesh wound from the attack, went on to deliver his scheduled speech with the bullet still in his body. After a few words, the former “Rough Rider” pulled the torn and bloodstained manuscript from his breast pocket and declared, “You see, it takes more than one bullet to kill a Bull Moose.” He spoke for nearly an hour and then was rushed to the hospital.
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RE: The Art & Beauty of Imperfection
The link at top works for me but something weird happened.Anyway it looks exactly like a modern minimalist painting. It was treasured by a warlord in the 1700s in Japan.
I copied a few interesting translated works on Japanese aesthetics, Ill send you the titles , may be hard to find. I love issa and basho but cant really appreciate them without knowing language.
Your treatment of the void and wabi sabi were very interesting. I also like some Bhutto.
The books I copied were difficult. The net and u tube have wonderful insight.
Its a profound and different way of perceiving the world.