#everlasting-life

[soracities]

e.e. cummings, from “in time of daffodils(who know” (in 95 Poems), Complete Poems: 1904-1962

[Text ID: “In time of daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow)”]

[atfnews]

#Preterism, #

[poatop]

🪻Tali'Zorah Vas Normandy🪻

[suave1foru]

Just us

[firstfullmoon]

“When Mary Magdalene meets the resurrected Jesus, she looks right at him, but does not recognize him, “supposing him to be a gardener.” Only when he addresses her does she realize who he is. She turns toward him. John does not describe the action, only the dialogue, so it is left to us to imagine what leads Jesus to say, in the Latin that has become metonym for the scene as a whole, Noli me tangere, usually translated as “do not touch me” or “do not hold me.” The noli me tangere encounter is another one artists cannot resist. There are myriad arrangements of Jesus and Mary Magdalene: his hand stretches out in refusal, she kneels, he bends, they both stand, they look at each other, one looks away. Almost always she reaches for him. Sometimes she makes contact. The multitude of portraits reflects the ambiguity of the simple phrase, which opens a range of possible relations. Perhaps he rejects her touch because he cannot bear the shock of intimacy, divided as they are by the fact of the resurrection. Perhaps, even as he speaks, he touches her, to hold her away from him. It’s possible, the philosopher Jean-Luc Nancy argues, to translate the phrase as “do not wish to touch me.” If you do, then it becomes an exhortation to love the death too, because it is intrinsic to every life. Meanwhile, Mary’s hands hang in the air. Resurrection is Dante’s eternal rotation, “spurred on by flaming love”: it is the ongoing allegiance to keeping in sight the appearance of disappearance. It is living as if. It is a game of hands, an everlasting reaching after what escapes, what you love.”

— Elisa Gonzalez, in “Minor Resurrections: On failing to raise the dead”

[virfujiwara]

Any The Book Of Life (2014) enjoyers here? Ramble in the tags lol Reminder that commissions are open and I'm making art for your donations and we are raising money for an AAPI charity through this zine, if you or someone you know likes Watcher, check it out!

[aneverlastinghalloween]

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[shiftythrifting]

The secret to immortality could be yours for just 80p.

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

On the outskirts of Gotham a farm is made.

No one can pinpoint when it was started but it was clearly bountiful.

New orchards of plums apples and several other fruit whisper promises of fruits in the years to come.

Bee houses buzzed with life and ducks quacked and scurried to and from their pond, coop and the garden.

Vegetables by the rows with seasonal berries brushes spring up at the corners of the property.

Greenery that almost seemed to glow with how lush it was.

It was like a small oasis in the desert of Gotham’s dirty land.

And it was ran by only three people.

The woman’s name was Sam. She was known as an activist who seemed to do the primary care of the plants. The property was in her name and she went out of her way to invite people to take what they need.

Danny was the most well known of the trio. He brought the produce into the heart of the city. Anywhere that would take the food, kitchens, pantries, school cafeterias even people’s doorsteps.

Tucker was the technical mastermind, hidden but equally important. The sprinklers, planning of the pollination rotation, harvesting planning and statistics were his main focus on the farm. Not a single square inch of the the land was not under his watchful gaze.

All the food was fresh or properly stored and most interesting of all free.

Of course people were going to talk.

[boatemboys]

waha! we're zombies, zombies

[greensaplinggrace]

honestly i find the 'i loved him more than i will ever love anything' speech fascinating because buffy has never more clearly been lying to herself. and not even because of any of her other romantic partners - but because of dawn. because of how she's changed. because of what she's built now and how she's built now.

it's true in a way that buffy will never love anything the way she loved angel, because no two loves are the same. but more than? i'm afraid she's already crossed that line. with multiple people in multiple different ways, as she's changed and grown into adulthood, strengthening existing bonds whilst her bond with angel has been left to wither and fade. her past self loved a past version of angel in an idolized memory. but that has nothing on her present or her future. at once her statement exists as both the truth and a monumental lie.

[soracities]

Marin Sorescu, "Getting Used to Your Name" (trans. Gabriela Dragnea) [ID'd]

[atfnews]

What Happens To Believers When They Die? These questions are often presented to Preterists as problematic. Judge for yourself the responses given.

[rhlpixels]

Herald 🌟

[suave1foru]

Deep in your mind

[ash5monster01]

was never meant to be the hot blonde

forever destined to be the mystical brunette