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“I hope you live without the need to dominate, and without the need to be dominated. I hope you are never victims, but I hope you have no power over other people. And when you fail, and are defeated, and in pain, and in the dark, then I hope you will remember that darkness is your country, where you live, where no wars are fought and no wars are won, but where the future is. Our roots are in the dark; the earth is our country. Why did we look up for blessing — instead of around, and down? What hope we have lies there. Not in the sky full of orbiting spy-eyes and weaponry, but in the earth we have looked down upon. Not from above, but from below. Not in the light that blinds, but in the dark that nourishes, where human beings grow human souls.”

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Ursula K. Le Guin, “A Left-Handed Commencement Address” (Mills College, 1983)

this passage planted itself in my consciousness when i was 24, and 10 years later, it informs so much of my approach to living, thinking, creating.

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Ouroboros Pie Crust by Danielle Baskin

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and when you do swallow the sun, what next? | buy a print of this piece here

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Apparently, I hadn't posted these here yet, for some reason ?

(I'm currently back in my cave working on Les Songes du Roi Griffu.)

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Photomontage of the evolution of a tornado : Composite of eight images shot in two sequences as a tornado formed north of Minneola, Kansas by Jason Weingart

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my absolute bad

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Julia Curyło — Saint Corona (oil on canvas and skull, 2021)

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By Mary Ruefle

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sketch

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Moscow journalist interviews a penguin (1966)

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hare hare hare hare hare hare HAWK

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Loch Shin, Scotland by Roman Popelar

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A child beneath the wing of his golden eagle in the Altai region in western Mongolia. The Kazakh nomads still use the birds for hunting.

Photograph: Massimo Rumi/Barcroft Media

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Emily Dickinson, in a letter to Louise and Frances Norcross (Letter 225), September 1860

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took a bong rip bad and looked up to the sky like gods help me right when thunder rang and a storm began like

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The Chapel of Our Lady of the Snows in Antarctica, the southernmost church in the world