#form and emptiness

[turiyatitta]

You Exist Because Nothing Does

In the profound stillness of existence, there lies a paradox that both mystifies and enlightens: the realization that you exist because Nothing does. This concept, which dances on the edge of comprehension, invites us to explore the depths of nonduality and the nature of our very being.At the heart of this exploration is the understanding that nothingness is not a void but a fertile ground from…

[crescentfool]

my longest friend and companion

[iknowicanbutwhy]

sometimes I think about some Loop designs and how Loop could secretely be made to last no longer than the 2 days inside the loop and just a few days afterward. Like the luna moth. no mouth or digestive system. They starve.

(Also referencing this art, because I TRIED not looking but I don't doubt this fella was in the back of my mind when I drew this)

[aeide-thea]

Stained glass by Constantine Woolnough, 1858 Church of St Mary, Dennington, Suffolk Photography by Simon Knott

[starry-bi-sky]

wolfpack. aka: if not friend, then why friend-shaped?

"Hey-- uh, Danny?" There's an almost imperceptible tremor in Tucker's voice.

Danny doesn't look up from what he's doing, his pencil scritching across his notebook as he tries to do another quadratic formula question. "Hm."

"What's -- uh -- what's with the dogs?"

He looks up now, and finally sees where Tucker is -- standing in the doorway of his room with an ashy look on his face and a skewed, nervous smile. He's got a white knuckle grip on the doorknob. Sam is wide-eyed behind him, and using him as a partial meat-shield.

Danny looks down to the two giant ghost wolves sprawled next to him lazily. One large green one with his head in Danny's lap, letting him use him as a prop-up for his notebook. Another equally large black one splayed against his hip, sleeping on her side with her head tilted inward to his calf.

Automatically, a grin tilts across Danny's face, and he lifts his notebook up to scratch behind the green one's ears. He opens a lazy eye, one that is bloody red with a ring of yellow around the pupil, before slipping it shut and leaning his head into Danny's touch. "This is Sirius and Procyon," he says, and reaches down to scratch Sirius' belly. "And they're not dogs, they're wolves."

"Great," Tucker says, his voice suddenly much smaller and faint, "Love that distinction."

Sirius makes a great big groan, and Danny's grin widens, his heart swelling with fondness. His hand slips away from her belly, and before he can put his notebook back down, Procyon pushes his head up his lap until his ear is against his stomach, demanding pets now too.

Sam peeks her head up from over Tucker's shoulder, "I think what Tucker's asking here is what are they doing here, Danny."

He shrugs, scratching under Procyon's chin. "They kinda just showed up. I tried sending them back to the Zone, but they keep returning." And they were weirdly intent on just following him around, which is the only reason he gave up on returning them. They weren't causing trouble, and they knew how to hide around the living. Plus, he just loves dogs. "So now I have two wolves living with me."

This, oddly enough, did not do anything to calm Sam and Tucker down. Tucker's mouth purses into a thin line, and he presses the sides of his palms to his lips in prayer. "How have your parents not found out about this?"

Danny wordlessly raises his hand, and his sleeve slides down to reveal a thin chain bracelet hooked around his wrist. He whistles sharply, and both Procyon and Sirius jerk their heads up to look at him, ears pricked up and eyes alert.

Silently, he points to his wrist and rattles it twice, and in unison both wolves stand up and pounce. Instantly, they turn into a respective, opaque black and green mist that swirls around the bracelet and forms into two, flat wolf charms.

Both wolves are posing in the stereotypical wolf howl, with little stars indented on the sides. Procyon's charm has the Canis Minor constellation engraved on it, while Sirius has the Canis Major.

Danny faces Sam and Tucker, and points at his wrist. "Like this."

[ribbonsaikeaux]

Doll: Miss? Can this one ask you something?

Witch, smiling: Go ahead doll. I'm all ears.

Doll: This one was... wait... Miss is all ears?

Witch, nodding: Yes sweetie I-

Doll, eyes filling with alarm and awe: Butbutbut where are they?! Are they like really really small? Are they invisible?! Are they magic ears?!

Witch, rolling its eyes: Dear that-

Doll, starting to whisper: This one must be very quiet. All those ears must make everything super loud. I'm just gonna go clean Miss. It loves you.

Witch, shrugging and sighing: I wonder what it wanted to ask...

[taitavva]

[Worlds in Worlds — Danusha Laméris]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

He dies if you don't pay attention to him, its a very urgent situation for an uncle to attend to.

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[tangentrina]

Ya Śūnyatā Tad Rūpam Heathcliff from a while ago

[sillychaotic]

the all-seeing one

[scribeofmorpheus]

everyday i learn more about joplin, everyday i wish they just cancelled veilguard or took longer to make the joplin project they envisioned.

i think i'm just gonna put all the blame on anthem atp.

[article link]

if they were in such a rush to make me5, why didn't they just go ahead with that project and then make da4 after--if the funds allowed for it?! i bought the artbook and that literally just made me go down a spiral.

like... this hurts me so much man.

[link to video where comment is from]

[volivolition]

DAY 4: DRAMA - Put on your prettiest face for the masses!

gonna start adding silly captions actually. [POINTS ACCUSINGLY] MELTY FUCK (AFFECTIONATE)!!

[eunuchmoder]

Honestly, falling from heaven wasn't even that bad! The loss of divine grace and the separation from my sisters sucks, yeah, but you can find earthly replacements for those things! They'll do the job just fine until you can atone for your sins and re-enter the kingdom of heaven.

Like the silence! It's been so long since I heard any prayers, either directed to me or to the heavens in general. My head used to be a choir of pleas and begging, but now it's so empty I started having my own thoughts.

My girlfriend is lovely, though. She helped find an earthly replacement for that too! She set up a shrine in her apartment for me so that people can come and pray for guidance and assistance, only instead of going to heaven where my sisters remain, it goes through the walls and into my bedroom.

It's nice to lay in bed late at night with my ear against the wall, hearing the prayers again. It makes me feel whole. Like I'm back home.

We don't have many visitors, though, so often it's just her prayers I hear. Actually, it's only hers. She doesn't often have company around. I wish I could hear more of you all. I wish I could sleep in the rafters of the church, or the hospital's waiting room. That would be lovely! But my girlfriend doesn't like that. She tells me I'd be refusing to listen to her. It'd be abandonment to let her prayers go unheard.

And I can't do that to her, no way! My divine duty ended the moment I was thrown down to earth, but if I keep on doing it, hopefully He will forgive me for my sins and let me come back home!

On top of that, I'd be giving up my last connection to being an angel. I don't want to be the one who sets my own descension in stone. That's just silly.

I'll just stay here, metaphorically chained to the bed, waiting for that time of the day where she prays to me!

I can live off that, surely!

[valeron99]

- We can handle everything.

[loveanddeepthroat]

Me, doing all the training, abyssal chaos, deepspace trial, hunter contest, listening to every damn un-listened to tender moments story side shit to save those gems for monday:

[discard-celestia]

lestat de lioncourt - on the deer which runs faster than itself. Hélène Cixous, Stigmata / Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat / Interview with a Vampire (2022) / Catherine Malabou, Ontology of the Accident / Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001 / Louis Moe, Allegory / Ovid, Metamorphoses / Ethel Cain, Ptolomea / The Company of Wolves (1984) / Lingua Ignota, I WHO BEND THE TALL GRASSES / Hugh Parry, Ovid's Metamorphoses: Violence in a Pastoral Landscape.