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He/Him 💕 @deepstatedani.bsky.social “Do not remember the former things, nor consider the things of old. I am about to do something new; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.”

"Joseph-ja, loveliest one!" Bilhah cried. "Nothing more beautiful can be conceived than thy looks in this robe! One is tempted to prostrate oneself at the sight; and especially I, who am only a handmaid, though sister and favourite to Rachel thy mother, to whom by the power of Jacob I bore thy elder brothers Dan and Naphtali. They too will fall down before thee or be like to it, when they see the youth in their mother's wedding garment. Go then swiftly and show thyself to them unawares, while they are yet all innocence and dream not that our lord hath chosen thee. Likewise thou shouldst go across country and show thyself to Leah's six red-eyed sons, that thou mayest hear their exulting shouts and their hosannas may strike upon thine ear." It is almost incredible, but Joseph did not notice the thick layer of bitterness and spite which coated the women's words. His self-absorption, his blissful though none the less reprehensible self-confi-dence made him deaf and unresponsive to any warning. He sucked up the honey of their words, quite convinced that he deserved it all. It never occurred to him to look beneath the surface. But precisely therein lay the blame. Indifference to the inner life of other human beings, ignorance of their feelings, display an entirely warped attitude toward real life, they give rise to a certain blindness. Since the days of Adam and Eve, since the time when one became two, nobody has been able to live without wanting to put himselt in his neighbour's place and explore his situation, even while trying to see it objectively. Imagination, the art of divining the emotional life of others - in other words, sympathy - is not only commendable inasmuch as it breaks down the limitations of the ego; it is always an indispensable means of selt-preservation. But of these rules Joseph knew nothing; His blissful self-confidence was like that of a spoilt child; it persuaded him, despite all evidence to the contrary, that everyone loved him, even more than t…
Imax and two beers
I’m wearing a red max holloway t shirt. “Lucky we blessed”
In all these countries, one of the consequences of the "honest wife's" servitude to the family is prostitution. Hypocritically kept on society's fringes, prostitutes fill a highly important role. Christianity pours scorn on them but accepts them as a necessary evil. "Getting rid of the prostitutes," said Saint Augustine, "will trouble society by dissoluteness." Later, Saint Thomas-or at least the theologian that signed his name to Book IV of De regimine principium-asserted: *Remove public women from society and debauchery will disrupt it by disorder of all kinds. Prostitutes are to a city what a cesspool is to a palace: get rid of the cesspool and the palace will become an unsavory and loathsome place." From The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir
What the FBI gets is that when there are people in activist spaces who are committed to taking power and who understand power as domination, our movements will If our never realize their potential to remake this world. If our energies are absorbed recuperating from the messeo that informants (and people who just act like them) create, we will never be able to focus on the real work of getting free and building the kinds of life-affirming, people-centered communities that we want to live in. To paraphrase bell hooks, where there is a will to dominate there can be no justice, because we will inevitably continue reproducing the same kinds of injustice we claim to be struggling against. It is time for our movements to undergo a radical change from the inside out.
Colorado front range urban corridor celebrating july 4th with hundreds of independent firework shows, seen from atop a tall building. For context, this is a light july 4th, bc 55 firework shows in Colorado were cancelled due to the drought and exacerbated by a series of wildfires currently burning in the state
Crazy a$$ colorado sunset with denver and the front range
Orange cat maxxrelaxxed on a concrete slab in the shade
Me using a sweet ass rapier & parrying dagger combo to whoop havel's butt
Sick ass thunderhead anvil throwing down tons and tons of lightning
The most beautiful night sky
Sign in the dark, 7 miles to Long’s
200 So off he wen, wa weeping, as mine wept, too, who stayed behind. In the wild wood they found an open glade, around a smooth stone house—the hall of Kirkê— and wolves and mountain lions lay there, mild in her soft spell, fed on her drug of evil. None would attack—oh, it was strange, I tell you— but switching their long tails they faced our men like hounds, who look up when their master comes with tidbits for them—as he will-from table. Humbly those wolves and lions with mighty paws fawned on our men—who met their yellow eyes and feared them. In the entrance way they stayed to listen there: inside her quiet house they heard the goddess Kirkê. Low she sang
$18. Being-bound-up-with and Signification 107 one constituting whatever arises in a workshop as at hand (its at-hand-ness), is "earlier" than any one individual instrument—in the same way as the wholeness of a farm is "earlier," with all its equipment, buildings, and fields. Yet the wholeness of being-bound-up itself ultimately comes back to a toward-which no longer having a bound-up-ness, one that is not itself a being having its being the way things at hand do within a world; rather, it comes back to a being whose being is determined as being-in-world, one to whose essential constitution worldliness belongs. This primary toward-which is not a for-something-else, not a what-for of some binding. The primary toward-which is a for-the-sake-of-which. And this "sake" always concerns the being of being-there— for which, in its very being, its being is at issue. For the moment we shall not pursue this inter-connectedness any further, one leading from the structure of being-bound-up to the being of being-there, i.e., to the authentic and single for-the-sake-of-which. Before doing this, we must clarify the "getting bound up" to such an extent that we can bring the phenomenon of worldliness into the focus necessary for detecting the problems regarding it. [MY NOTE: H. will now attempt to “clarify”] Ontically, letting-be-bound-up means this: within the course of some factical taking-care, letting something at hand be such-and-sucha — as it now is and so that it is such. We construe this ontic meaning of "letting be" in a fundamentally ontological manner. We thereby interpret the meaning of the precedental release of inner-worldly things as they are first of all at hand. To let something "be" precedentally does not mean to bring it into its being from scratch, to produce it; rather, it means to uncover something that already "is," to uncover it in its at-hand-ness, and uncover something that already "is," to uncover it in its at-hand-ness, and in this way to let the being
I’m driving down the road and see a pillar of smoke a couple hundred feet across, illuminated by bright orange flames beneath. There are a row of EMTs and firetrucks down the road leading to the fire site
Chuck Schumer @SenSchumer When I talked to Secretary Rubio, I implored him to be straight with Congress and the American people about the objectives of these strikes and what comes next. Iran must never be allowed to attain a nuclear weapon but the American people do not want another endless and costly war in the Middle East when there are so many problems at home. The administration has not provided Congress and the American people with critical details about the scope and immediacy of the threat. Confronting Iran's malign regional activities, nuclear ambitions, and harsh oppression of the Iranian people demands American strength, resolve, regional coordination, and strategic clarity. Unfortunately, President Trump's fitful cycles of lashing out and risking wider conflict are not a viable strategy. The administration must brief Congress, including an immediate all senators classified briefing and in public testimony, to answer these vital questions. The Senate should quickly return to session and reassert its constitutional duty by passing our resolution to enforce the War Powers Act. My prayers are with our brave American servicemembers.
Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel
Pacific-centered map of the world in Robinson projection
Really beautiful sunset
Three Halloween costumes: guy in a black robe and barn owl mask, lady dressed up as a cheetah girl, cat dressed up as a bat
(Book: WOLF HALL by Hilary Mantel) He has conferred with Arthur Lord Lisle, who will preside at the coronation banquet: Arthur Plantagenet, a gentle relic of a former age. He is to go to Calais, directly this is over, to replace Lord Berners as Gov-ernor, and he, Cromwell, must brief him before he goes. Lisle has a long bony Plantagenet face, and he is tall like his father King Edward, who no doubt had many bastards, but none so distinguished as this elderly man, bending his creaky knee in obeisance before Boleyn's daughter. His wife, Honor, his second wife, is twenty years his junior, small and delicate, a toy wife. She wears tawny silk, coral bracelets with gold hearts, and an expression of vigilant dissatisfaction, bordering on the peevish. She looks him up and down. "I suppose you are Cromwell?" If a man spoke to you in that tone, you'd invite him to step outside and ask someone to hold your coat.
Now Brereton comes in, with the russet velvet, sable-lined. Henry stands up and sheds one layer of velvet, gains another, plusher and denser. The sable lining creeps down over his hands, as if he were a monster-king, grow- ing his own fur. "They buried him at Worcester," he says. "But it troubles me. I never saw him dead." From WOLF HALL by Hilary Mantel
Fellowship cover art
Big evil red cosmic eye glares down at little ship over dark waters and a cloud of something small and black flies between the eye and ship
Fourth Wing
Trump dead soon
maniy. In effect, the early Tamil Brähmi inscriptions show a letter system comparable to our own alphabet, rather than a syllabary; thus the other ' All-India' development of conjunct consonants for such sounds as ksa, tra, or ktva was rendered unnecessary. Mahadevan convincingly suggests that the absence of the (available) voiced plosive characters from this script means that Tamil at this stage did not have the voiced intervocalic plosive phonemes that are one of its principal modern features (though one still uncatered for in the script). 16
33. 8/27 The Upanishads trans. by Patrick Olivelle
Me wearing a black t shirt and a golden chain necklace
However, in the north there was an elder bhiksu named Parsva at the time, who saw that if he could convert this ascetic, it would be a great asset to the propagation of the Dharma, so he travelled from northern India and had the wood- block sounded. The ascetic came to ask why it had been sounded. Though thinking the old monk would be unable to debate with him, he accepted the challenge. After seven days, the debate was held in front of the King, his Ministers, and many ascetics and brahmans. The loser agreed to become the disciple of the other. They agreed that the elder Parsva should speak first, and he said: "The world should be made peaceable, with a long-lived king, plentiful harvests, and joy throughout the land, with none of the myriad calamities", to which the ascetic had no response and so was bound to become Parsva's disciple, and he was given full ordination as a bhiksu. Although he had to consent to this,
Life of the buddha with a picture of his face on the cover
Big orange cat
Selfie o’ me wearing glasses and a white t shirt that says “why be racist, sexist, homophobic or transphobic when you could just be quiet?”
Not that this effort is totally vile, which seeks the noble, forsaking the base; But wise people with the same kind of toil ought to attain that state in which nothing needs to be done again. But, if dharma here consists of bodily pain, then bodily bliss should be adhárma; So when by dharma one attains bliss hereafter, dharma here bears the fruit of adharma! 7.25
Life of the Buddha by Aśvaghosa
Bhagavad gita
World religions
un Lie cortell or the original texts, and sometimes even dis- torted them. Kumarajiva's translations were different. Yet it appears that Kumarajiva could not read or write Chinese. After all, he was already forty-six years old when he arrived in Ch'ang-an. His greatness lay in his immense learning and understanding, and the leadership he exercised in the translation project, a task he accomplished with the assistance of his teams of assistants. His reputation as a genius was such that the Chinese ruler in the north thought it a waste for him not to have progeny, and offered him concubines. Kumarajiva acquiesced to the royal wishes, for which he has been severely criticized by other Buddhist monks. However, we know of no child prodigies from him.
Big dark storm brewing over pike’s peak, colorado
Spotted lanternfly
BURGERMAN
Empire state building
Tyrannosaurus enclosure in Zoo Tycoon
Cumulus cloud looks like it’s rolling over, half dissipating into mist and half definitive shapes
«- ANU WAS A great and holy seer," began Markandeya. M"His austerities were unparalleled. For ten thousand years, he stood on one foot, arms raised above his bowed head, beside the famous jujube tree on the bank of the river Virini. One day, a small fish swam up and spoke to him. ""My lord, it said, 'I am constantly terrified of being eaten by a bigger fish, for that is the way of things in this world, since time immemorial. Please protect me, and I promise that I will reward you.' "Manu was filled with compassion. He scooped up the little fish and placed it in a jar of water, where he looked after it as though it were his own child. In time, the fish grew too big for the jar, and Manu took it to a pond and threw it in. In time, it grew so big that it could hardly turn without bumping into the sides of the pond, and it begged Manu to take it to the river Ganga, which he did. There, the fish kept growing, until a time came when Manu had to take it to the ocean and release it there. "My lord, said the fish, 'you have cared for me, and I am grateful to you. Here is some good advice: soon the world will be overwhelmed by a mighty flood, and everything that
his task, to be their earthly emissary. Now, Gandhari nursed her swollen belly as the months dragged on. It was hard and lifeless. Despairing, she decided she must act. Grimacing with pain, to rid herself of the intolerable load she carried she struck her belly, pushed, strained, cried aloud and gave birth to a monstrous mass of flesh, like a dense and glistening clot of blood.
If not for libraries Brill would have sold me into serfdom
Penguin Classics rig veda
Mahabharata: A Modern Retelling, trans. by Carole Satyamurti and The Revelation of the name YHWH to Moses: Perspectives from Judaism, the Pagan Graeco-Roman World, and Early Christianity, edited by George H. van Kooten
Small bristle fly with incredibly long legs sitting on my arm
3:09 ‹ Notes HORRIFYING DREAM 山 SETTING: bar on an island in the middle of a turbulent & dangerous river PREMISE: younger man dragged along by two old men to the place (they're all soldiers I think) meets a 'nun' (😉 ) at the bar. She offers them a bet. The stakes, of course, are everything. One guy loses, she goes upstairs with him. Comes back, the next two guys also lose. They go upstairs, she transforms into a horrifying and uncanny form, pulls out a razor blade and cuts the next old man's throat, WHILE REPEATING AND ADDING TO THEIR CRIES FOR HELP. It's the young guy's turn now, and she has him in an iron grip... she gives him a regular shave and says he has not staked enough on the line yet. Walks out into the night, as she begins to disappear bro swears he can see stuff moving around on her back under her habit.