Pursuit of Being

This is everything that caught my eye and some poetry too (mine and others). Psych student by the name of Natalie. Feel free to say hello!

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"In a time of destruction, create something."

- Maxine Hong Kingston (via observando)

antonimus:

Acrylic on canvas. 30cm x 40cm

Trees of this forest

Are as grounded

In their ways

As my father’s

Inability to express emotions

Every branch

Reminds me of times

I sought to find love

From others

Every leaf

Gravitating to its sisters on the ground:

A failed attempt

Winter

Is a cruel reminder

Of how there’s an overabundance

Of an atmosphere around me

That lacks warmth. 

The Condition of Individuality Within Finitude

Ernest Becker’s existential problem labeled “The condition of Individuality within Finitude”:

Man has a symbolic identity that brings him sharply out of nature. He is a symbolic creature, a creature with a name, a life history. He is a creator with a mind that soars out to speculate about atoms and infinity, who can place himself imaginatively at a point in space and contemplate bemusedly his own planet. This immense expansion, this dexterity, this ethereality, this self-consciousness gives to man literally the status of a small god in nature, as the Renaissance thinkers knew.

Yet, at the same time, as the Eastern sages also knew, man is a worm and food for worms. This is the paradox: he is out of nature and hopelessly in it; he is dual, up in the stars and yet housed in a heart-pumping, breath-grasping body that once belonged to a fish and still carries the gill-marks to prove it. His body is a material fleshy casing that is alien to him in many ways - the strangest and most repugnant way being that it aches and bleeds and will decay and die.

headonyourchest:

Birds on wire.

hahamagartconnect:

BANKSY’S BACK…WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT.

Of course we were going to show you the new BANKSY.

This one popped up on a stone wall on Clement Street in Bristol, United Kingdom. 

Photo credit: Sa//y

(via mymodernmet)

"You’re too much of a poet for your cruel reality."

- Wise man

douja:

It has been two years, but I still remember you so vividly 

Lebanon