#chilo

[metamorphesque]

"IT'S A MOVIE, IT'LL PASS", Slavik Chiloyan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)

[thegrindragonart]

another attack on @chilopodacrudus of a sopping wet Chilo lol :v

[newagesurvivalist]

The modern devotion: a meditation on fate

There is certainly a need for edification, but we can only find this in the pleasant repose of friendly science, that lies somewhere in the structure of our everyday undertakings. A man can dedicate his life to God or to freedom, but he will never encounter the endless in which he has placed his trust, because he is somehow stupified (he chooses at times, and cannot unchoose his superintendence). Of course, modern thinkers shall overthink the meanings of his choices. Wisdom, or something like it, shall infest the ruminations of the wise, even as they try to stick to the rules of their good Lord. In the end, our notions of wisdom are as irrelevant to simplicity as the practical wisdom we use to be aware of the changes in the world, or even when we read the newspaper: and in this wise, we will stick to categories. Death will take us to the depths at some point, and then we will be remorseful, but we can find some kind of unfetteredness in the contemplative life. In the last analysis, our shelteredness will suppress us in some sense; or, failing that, it will support us in our decrepitude.

The thing we see in government is that the entire world is somehow just a result of the ordinary things that we try to see. We must continue to study and improve our stead, but there is a lot of vagueness in this regard, so we stick to certain rules that we can follow, that we can live by, in a sense to avoid hypocrisy, but also to leave some room for wonder. This is a clear substantivity, that moves liberally in some inordinate relation, but the phantoms of liberality will always support us in the final structure that our desire still upholds, and some clever man will always send us debauchingly into the abyss, which has no more to do with our ordinariness than any sheer resolution; therefore, we are still stuck in the repetition of sheer inordinality, but we cannot respect the machinery.

A holy man will therefore be required. Certainly, the power of this singular monolithic force shall steer us in some maniacal direction, but the wise men of the old time will always keep us in a bad way, edifying us, but never holding us at the point of reclaiming the dead waters of hope and glory, because we are sincerely the moribund glorifiers of the holy order; still hiding in the entirety of existence, an individual will not see the control-center of these variable things, because he is not a simple man, but he will, at the same time, keep his tension ready to support the new world. A good politic against the feebleness of genesis.

This brings us to that fatal flaw of academic thinking: it cannot escape from engineering philosophies into social doctrines. Verily, wise men engage in speculation from the ground up, and they do not seek to continue down a particular senseless path only to cover ground that flies below one's feet anyway. Truly, he just wishes to send missionaries unto the road and restructure time in a way that shall allow us in some bicentennial way to refurbish meaningful communication to suit particular ends, and that will send men roaringly into riotous assemblies that have nothing to do with high-tech industry, but frankly, only with arcane-minded priests and hoary old generals. The true sage must in this wise always control his mightier frontline to set up a siege against the ignorant who cannot subject themselves to the higher Lord, who is still hard to make out in the darknesses of spiritual crisis, and this is verily a maintenance that will never be returned to the control center of computer science, which is just a result of endless work: nobody will ever see things for what they are, because we are just kleptomaniacs who have no better use for knowledge than the ordinary children of the Lord who build castles in the air and keep the essence of life obscured from the villainy of proper cheerfulness, and this result of endless labour is still the meaning of life (in the last analysis). Be that as it may, there is still some kind of mystical or mythical ordination happening in the value of the Lords work, where we still see contrivances happening in the build of visceral virtuality; here, the motions of the stars are reconvened in some higher reality, whereby distinctions between collateral choices are subsumed under the rubric of pestering revolution, makings us forget the ordinary work of the best men who still want the best for the world, and sending us, headlong, into the effigies of maniacal creativity, where there are no more controllings in the totality of space and time; and people will certainly see the moribund autarky happen in the categorical ways of the old style of thinking; people only had the European framework at the time, a framework contructed around the promise of God and the power of the mind, where will only find complacency and analysis, or simple breakdowns and formulas, and this is not brilliance, even though there might be an analytic truth.

The true problem really is scholarly science. People encounter complete crafts in the professionalism of normal work, but they cannot reveal the misery of the commonplace actuaries who build the structure of actual time. A kind of vendetta exists in the search for appropriate action, and people will always discover there might be some release in the violence of relentless creation; this is still a sign of the normal times, that will suppress us and derail us in the last analysis, but will never send us forward into magnificence and will not regain superiority in the entirety of the universe: why, everybody simple ruffles the feathers of the old fathers, who make sense of the revolutionary world, but holy kings will not break the mold of vampires who construct the meritocracy of the greatest kind of heroism that will suppress us in the final way forward: and everybody simply wishes to go on and forward in the misery of ordinariness, that will somehow complain to the God of war that there will be some kind of recluse from happiness: and this is truly what we see all the time. That there is no escape from structure.

So we see that villainy is just a sign of holy writ, that combines us, in some dark way, to election and this will never support us in the confines of liberality, and the kings will not do anything to save us. The poor men of the old world who do what they can to live forget about the happy world, and this is all nothingness: nobody cares about it, and it is silly. But a wise man may come to teach us the truth about ordinariness; why, he will derail the ordinary from the set ways of yore, and move us upwards. The king of the Jews will collect us in the final days of the master. And some deep thinker will perhaps make us see the light of the mind to see in the dark. Nevertheless, supportive entities of vision cannot sustain us; we struggle and suppress, and this has no connection to the virile contours of idiocy, but we may enjoy some part of it. Ultimately, there will be repose, but it will be situated in a terrific predicament; and that will certainly cut us down.

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA Corriere Umbria di Oggi lunedì, 23 settembre 2024

[osappleobeneduci]

Ferrara, Grande Operazione della Polizia Penitenziaria: Sequestrati Oltre un Chilo di Droga nel Carcere

Ferrara, 26 agosto 2024 – In una brillante operazione condotta questa mattina, il Personale di Polizia Penitenziaria del Carcere di Ferrara ha sequestrato un ingente quantitativo di sostanze stupefacenti. Gli Agenti, impegnati da diversi giorni in un’attenta attività di ricognizione sia all’interno che all’esterno del muro di cinta dell’istituto, hanno bloccato l’introduzione di droga destinata…

[turnnoffyourmind]

Fire clouds

Parque Tantauco, Quellón, Los Lagos, Chile.

[strongintherealgay]

the ships I have for the Touden siblings are hilarious to me because I can only picture Falin being in love with Marcille but when it comes to Laios he just has a whole gaggle of boyfriends

[eniruok]

Bet this guy goes nuts for a little cheese ☺️

[addicted2wasps]

2025 is officially here. I don't have any expectations, or resolutions, as I don't want to end up discouraged or disappointed. I'm going to try to live in the moment, and take things one day at a time. There will be challenges, no doubt, but I'm also hopeful that there will also be successes as well. I have no idea what's in store for this year, my main current goal is to finish my wasp illustration project, so I will carry on with that in the meantime. I hope this year is much kinder than the last. Wishing everyone a pleasant, fresh new year with new beginnings.

I present a female Chiloe from the family Baeomorphidae (which was formerly known as Rotoitidae), in celebration mode!

Happy New Year, 2025! Peace.✌🏼

[paolo218]

a trip to the island

[min3nc]

"ruby and yang would thrive in vacuo's heat" is wrong they lived in an island where it would snow and were doing well in the atlas' winter even tho their clothes weren't allllll that winter safe (i mean, blake, who usually has more "open"? clothing and shorts was wearing an entire full-length coat and pants in comparison to ruby & yang)

yang and weiss are going to agree for once in their lives as they both suffer from the heat,,,

[metamorphesque]

"RONDO", Slavik Chiloyan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)

[luc3mferr3]

[ultimavela]

Sledging villages and what inspired them.

One thing I was very interested in including into the world of this OSR/NSR game I’m creating was a fantasy counterpart to a particular tradition from Chiloe, one that had captured my imagination since I was a child: the “minga”.

The word minga comes from the quechua minccacuni meaning “asking for help by promising something” and it’s a concept used to describe the tradition of communal work, typically used in the rural areas of different cultures of South America. These communal projects can include building a house, harvesting, or any kind of labour that can help the community or some person, or group of people, belonging to the community. They are usually unsalaried, and food and drink are shared at the end as a gesture of gratitude.

In Chiloe, this word is used to describe the particular tradition of moving a home from one location of the island to another, by sliding the house over long wooden logs, while being pulled by oxen and the people of the community.

In the world of Isla Grande, the setting for “No Peace for the Heathen”, I expanded this concept of moving houses to entire towns, and gave them the name of sledging villages:

[besovieolentoenelpavimento]

[ratrot]

WHAT IS CHILCHUCK AND LAIOS’ SHIP NAME?? I’m looking for fanart so I went under laichuck and it’s just other people because confused too 😭😭