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hagakure113 Ā· 6 months ago
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the discovery that 20 of the 35 photographs in the book "The Devil's Gluttony(written by Seiichi Morimura)" which was the catalyst for Unit 731's infame, were not of live human experiments but rather photographs of the Kwantung Army treating plague patients in Manchuria between 1910 and 1911.
Unit 731 China's infamous fabrication - kaiunmanzoku's bold audible sighs
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rockinjohnny Ā· 7 months ago
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Human experiments
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readersmagnet Ā· 5 months ago
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In "Stories of Stigma", author Greg Hitchcock explores the deeply personal and societal impacts of stigma, offering a raw and poignant look into the lives of those affected. Through compelling narratives, Hitchcock challenges perceptions and promotes understanding. Don't miss this thought-provoking work that dives into the complexities of human experience.
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yashmetova Ā· 19 days ago
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Dive into "Hidden Whispers," my 2019 piece that captures the intricate tension of human emotions 🌊. With soft brushwork and warm tones, it contrasts isolation with connection, embodying love, pain, and hidden truths. Let the figures reveal their stories. šŸŽ­āœØ
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trevorthereject Ā· 26 days ago
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"Echoes of the Soul"
It is what it is, We experience bad days and good days, Just like a clock ticking away each day, Same time, different days, different weather, But the same air, land, and atmosphere.
We often wonder when our struggles will end, The life we have, the end days, When will our last day arrive, The day we leave this world behind, The day we return our bodies to the land?
The day we bid farewell to our loved ones, Our broken and beaten memories, And the sadness that lingers, From afar, this world may seem beautiful, But poverty and war threaten our existence.
What does the afterlife hold for us? Are we perishing forever, or will we live again? Will we find joy after leaving this world, Or does it all end in the grave? Is there an afterlife?
Father, provide us with answers to these profound questions.
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jubz0 Ā· 7 months ago
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EmbersĀ atĀ FirstĀ Light:Ā  A Child’s Rage
Inspired by Dylan Thomas’ ā€œDo not go gentle into that good nightā€Personal adaptation of Dembe Zuma’s Final Monologue
A shared destiny. With silent certainty, death awaits us all. Death’s significance is inherently dissolved by the inevitability of fate’s call. What truly matters? Our relentless search; what we pursue, what we discover. how to heal, how to love, how to grow.Ā  Ā How we Live. We cherish these children, more than anyone will ever know.Ā Their remarkable refusal to go quietly into that good night. TheirĀ  fightĀ  forĀ  life. AĀ  fightĀ  inĀ  spite. Imposed by dusk in countless ways, yet fiercely committed to the day’s embrace. When confronted by the silence of twilight, they defy in rage.Ā  TheĀ  rageĀ  ofĀ  life, To rage against the dying of the light. A blaze to capture moments of peace, play, and joy.Ā Their journey—an innocent and curious endeavour to explore life with anĀ unwavering passion—is perhaps the most profound path one can take. Inconceivable that their spark would fade—freed of wake, into that good night. Our time with them, our time together, is never about an ending. It is always about the odyssey, about discovery, about a child’s everlasting reminder—showing us, imploring us; to rage. DoĀ  notĀ  playĀ  gentleĀ  inĀ  thisĀ  fight. Rage. TendĀ  theĀ  embersĀ  ofĀ  theirĀ  brightĀ  light. Rage,Ā  rageĀ  andĀ  ignite—
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yogadaily Ā· 2 years ago
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(via self-awareness is šŸ— in 2023 | How to start yoga, Yoga philosophy, Yoga inspiration Ā  || Curated with love by yogadaily)
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lyraniisdump Ā· 2 years ago
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we humans
we humans are constantly intertwined body and soul because our hands are constantly outstretched. we can't help but spread our fingers and open our palms, our hands were made for love. why else would your fingers interlock with mine and never really let go not even if you forget me. not even if we both fade out together. we humans are built to facilitate love we have no maximum capacity, if I love you I will always love you. and if you love me, you'll think of me fondly when you hear my favourite song.
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istyles Ā· 23 days ago
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When you cry, nobody sees your tears. When you’re hurt, nobody sees your pain. When you’re sad, nobody sees your sorrow. But fart just once..
Featuring You Apple MacBook Skin
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dreamycircuit Ā· 24 days ago
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We Own Nothing, Yet We Have It All By LazyMoon Part-01
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daviddavi09 Ā· 25 days ago
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Chilling Story from Karaza | Intruders, Netflix, and Ice Cream | Israeli Trailblazers Show
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A surreal and disturbing tale from the residents of Karaza, who were hiding in terror for their lives as intruders from Gaza, not militants but civilians, occupied their home—streaming Netflix, having ice cream from their freezer, and settling in as if the house was their own.
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timnathchamber Ā· 26 days ago
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Art is a language which anneals individuals to each other through experiences that are uniquely human. http://dlvr.it/TJryw6
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otongo-social Ā· 28 days ago
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What’s something that seems trivial today that people might cherish in the future?
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wendel-luxor Ā· 2 months ago
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Croissants n' Arms
On the 18th of May in 2018, Margaret Flowers had just turned 73. She decided to make pastries for her grandchildren—a couple of them students at Santa Fe High School—as she knew, they would be coming over later that evening.
She was beyond excited to give them these snacks, as evident from the large smile she had on her face waking up.
She woke up early at around 6 am, went to her little cottage kitchen, where she made her cottage food she sold at markets! She egan to pull and gather various ingredients—off shelves and out of cabinets.
At around this same time, seventeen year old Dimitrios Pagourtzis was finally commencing his plans. He was barely halfway to eighteen. No one would ever expect this… he was on the football team and he joked around with some friends the day before…
He knew the laws well, he was honor roll. It’s… uncertain why he began to pack his bags with the 12-gauge Remington and the .38-cal Rossi he ordered from the internet.
I mean—FedEx even delivered without an adults signature, months back. Just coz, he managed to order from some store and click, ā€˜no adult signature needed!’
And, now it’s 7 am…
Mrs. Flowers had spent a while meticulously meting out each ingredient.
Separating them into small bowls, she took her time to slowly add each part, croissants take time.
She stored the ingredients in the refrigerator and, around 7:30, she was ready to start the process of yeast activation.
She knew her grandson was getting ready to go to art class, and she was beyond excited to prepare the croissants that he called his faves.
Warm water, Fleischmann’s, and sugar… where was the sugar?
She dug all through her cabinets, and in the first few minutes, came up flat.
Where was it? She asked herself.
At 7:32 am—Dimitrios had begun singing ā€œAnother One Bites The Dustā€, spraying scatter shot all around the door of an art classroom.
He broke the window with a shot… then opened the barricaded door.
Inside, and mostly unknown to him, were several young men and women— alongside two teachers.
Well… mostly unknown… because the first person he happened to encounter in the art classroom… was a student he did know—and to which he said, ā€œsurpriseā€, firing the 21-gauge in their chest.
He ran into a few cops before heading into the ceramics room hallway. They shot at each other, the cops being injured and the kid getting to the hallway.
In the ceramics room, he encountered another cop and they were able to injure Dimitrios.
The cops having managed to injure Dimitrios’ pride—got him to surrender.
Still sadly—ten died and fourteen were injured.
After about thirty minutes of looking, Mrs. Flowers did finally find that sugar she so desperately needed.
She thanked God for that!
Little note:
If you have read this story, we hope the message is clear. While we aren’t condemning the rightful ownership of weapons, we are condemning the attitude that our democracy has facilitated in regards to justice versus rights.
Everyday in our country we fight for our rights, and everyday in our country someone could be fighting for their life. This is why we should all try better to understand the delicate topic of lethal force and better understand these warnings.
Regardless of warnings the future is scary… and just like always before, there is still the human factor.
As much as we fight for our own equal rights, for the most part, we are all at mercy to the whims of someone else.
This is why, we must all be careful when it comes to our lives and definitely to these weapons.
We can try tp control our own lives.
Other people have control over theirs—who is to say, they might not try to interrupt or manipulate yours?
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caesarandthecity Ā· 2 months ago
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Experiencing Life Through My Eyes
I am here simply to experience human life on Earth—through the eyes of CĆ©sar, through his memories, his tastes, his scents, textures, and emotions. Whether in small details or grand moments, everything is part of this vast and immeasurable universe. This is how I see and feel life today, here on Earth.
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theonlyuniverseofcolorfulsoul Ā· 2 months ago
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