#to-be-a-philosopher

[thepersonalwords]

To be a philosopher you do not need to be a professor but you do have to love and understand nature.

Debasish Mridha

[loathsome-sickness]

"people show their true colours in life threatening situations" no, they show you what they act like when they're mortally terrified, an emotion notorious for literally turning your entire brain off to the point where people who go into those situations as a profession need to be literally trained on how to not have that happen

[philosophers-shwag]

dungeon meshi fans. My offering

[beroebluejeans]

Whenever I am thinking very hard about The Locked Tomb, I find it important to remind myself Tamsyn Muir did compare the series to the KFC Double Down.

https://clarkesworldmagazine.com/muir_interview/

[whompthatsucker1981]

i think that gay sex cats is the new duchamp's fountain

[hunxi-after-hours]

"If rest becomes a form of recovery from work, as is the case today, it loses its specific ontological value. It no longer represents an independent, higher form of existence and degenerates into a derivative of work. Today's compulsion of production perpetuates work and thus eliminates that sacred silence. Life becomes entirely profane, desecrated."

—Han Byung-Chul, The Disappearance of Rituals (trans. Daniel Steuer)

[me-beef]

@strangeravatar made a great point

i was gonna focus on the spike-hotboxing-celestia aspect but i got distracted somewhere along the way and i think i forgot what joke i was trying to make

but dont you think its interesting how many guards of the exact same color/body type she's managed to accrue?? i do

ooohh you want to go look at our stickers so bad

[thedeadpoets-blog]

“honestly, don’t you two read?”

— hermione granger, harry potter and the philosopher’s stone

[shripscapi]

The queen wore a high-collared black silk gown, with a hundred dark red rubies sewn into her bodice, covering her from neck to bosom. They were cut in the shape of teardrops, as if the queen were weeping blood.

[valtsv]

trying to save someone whose throat has been cut is such a fantastic catch-22 of helplessness honestly. you either do nothing and watch them bleed out because of your inaction, or attempt to staunch the bleeding by putting pressure on the wound and watch them asphyxiate with your hands around their neck. either way they'll drown, and your only choice is whether you're going to watch it happen, or help to push them under.

[ja-basement]

Please accept this humble sketch in these trying times (aka me having a week to finish two essays and draw a shit ton for my students association...)

[philosophers-shwag]

This was stuck in my head and i had to get it out

(Extra art below the cut)

[meloartist]

"i simply do not see it. i am looking away"

[occudo]

Safehouse sketches

I wanted to make this post more clean, and I thought, didn't I make a similar spread already? Lo and behold, I did. In May. And now, without looking, I drew almost the same stuff. What is it like to have long-term memory? Anyway, I hope you like more cake

[thefloatingstone]

Appleseed PDA montage to save you from reading endless pages of unimportant politics that don't amount to anything

also because I have nothing better to do, I'm bored, I'm moody, my gaming laptop is still broken so no BG3, and it's too late at night to start drawing after doing animation clean-up all day.

[pratchettquotes]

One of the recurring philosophical questions is:

"Does a falling tree in the forest make a sound when there is no one to hear?"

Which says something about the nature of philosophers, because there is always someone in a forest. It may only be a badger, wondering what that cracking noise was, or a squirrel a bit puzzled by all the scenery going upwards, but someone. At the very least, if it was deep enough in the forest, millions of small gods would have heard it.

Things just happen, one after another. They don't care who knows. But history...ah, history is different. History has to be observed. Otherwise it's not history. It's just...well, things happening one after another.

Terry Pratchett, Small Gods