being loved changes your life
Every isms and every theory should be studied, but they can only be viewed as hypothesis, not dogmatic credo; they can only be viewed as a source of reference, not as rules of religion; they can only be viewed as inspiring tools, not as absolute truth that halts any further critical thinkings. Only in this way can people cultivate creative intelligence, become able to solve specific problems, and emancipate from the superstition of abstract words.
The Kiss of the Butterfly, 2022
Collage on Digital Photograph, Animated
The butterfly has emerged from the chrysalis,
and the kiss of the butterfly awakens the reborn Venus floating among the waves.
Text and the figure are inextricably entwined.
There are so many words that can harm one’s experience of being in their own body,
sometimes lasting for a lifetime.
Loving words are a balm to the soul, like the kiss of a butterfly.
I was asked for the three most important things I am looking for in a relationship
Here they are:
presence of the beloved which accepts the other's being as being; it
is simply liking to be with the other, liking to rest with the other,
liking the rhythm of the walk, the voice, the whole being of the
other...Philia does not require that we do anything for the beloved
except accept him, be with him, and enjoy him. Rollo May
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. WB Yeats
My genesis NFT collection on Known Origin dropped today!
Everyone has moved on to Twitter Spaces, but I will always be Clubhouse class of 2021. The Mod is sharing some Alpha, while everyone is lounging around at home on their phones, checking out who is in the room. I wouldn't be here in the NFT space without Clubhouse. Thanks everyone!
You ask me how I became a madman.
It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen, the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives
I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, "Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves."
Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me. And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, "He is a madman." I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, "Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks."
Thus I became a madman.