Subtitles From Science Gossip, 1900

Do you ever get that intense yearning to learn in the middle of the night? The universe, the stars, mythology, languages, art, history, culture, physics, psychology, philosophy and anything and everything you can get your hand on. It's as if knowledge becomes alive at night.

The Comet Book (1587), details, “16th-century treatise on comets, created anonymously (or maybe it was a woman who endured erasure) in Flanders”. Originally named in german Kometenbuch.

So peaceful Souvenir. A brother singing ancient Andalusian song in Al-hambra palace.

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"Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep"

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

~Mary Elizabeth Frye

The Elements

Earth, the element of life, calmness, stability, prosperity, fertility and above all growth. Deep emerald hues, soft with the ever present warmth, the colour of nature itself. Eyes the colour of soil after rain, which glow amber and molten gold as the sunlight pierces through them. So reliable, yet unpredictable, stable but dangerous in its anger. Displeasing Earth would indeed be unwise. Watch as those emerald orbs darken to a shade thought impossible. Watch as those honey brown pools usually offering security turn into black holes ready to swallow you whole. You can't be saved from falling. There won't be any calmness that it once stood for. Its earthquakes loud and destructive with the roar of thunder in its might to prove, to punish those call upon its wrath. It will shatter you.

The wisdom lies deep in its dust. Earth is a metaphor for healing. The ambition to grow and over power weakness, a leader in the making, eyes glinting with the knowledge of a tale older than time itself. A source of reliability, trust and a home to always welcome you back, to hold you.

Earth might break and crack but it will heal in its own time, with beauty, because, oh my dear, Earth, after all, is destined to grow.

Water, the element of purity, mystique, charm, beauty and solitude. Dark sapphire eyes, making you believe that the royal blue sky is enclosed in those orbs, drowning you in their depths with you being a willing participant. Its quiet mystique will charm and call to you, the call of a siren. It will shimmer and glitter in ways you've never seen before, making you sink a little deeper, slowly slowly slowly.

It is the calm before a storm, the false sense of security. It will seduce, waves crashing and cascading over each other, its aroma in your lungs and its whispers of its purity in your ears, making you want to unravel the mystery before you. It will shimmer and shine prettily, as if in shyness, but look a little deeper, wander into the dense darkness and you'll discover the darkness within. At last you differentiated between the persona and reality, but it's too late, you are surrounded.

Dangerous yet graceful in its anger and destruction, its waves roaring louder than the wind, sometimes subtle but so magnificent, quite a sight to behold in all its powerful glory. You never mattered to it. You are one of the many victims that have ventured out to its mysterious beauty only to sink into its claws of deep, dark depths.

It is powerful and heavy and beautiful and it is, above all, aware, confident of its ability. It is unpredictable, sometimes calm and in control, other times wild and terrifying. But this is a ploy to subtly show who is in charge, because, oh my dear, Water, after all, is destined to lure and charm.

Fire, the element of rage, boldness, danger, destruction and raw passion. Those molten pools of lava watching you with smoldering intensity from which you couldn't look away from even if you wanted to. It is untamed, brash and its confidence and boldness outweighs every everything. Its path is set on destruction, it is meant to take over, to conquer. But when handled right, it provides warmth and light unlike any.

Its passion is what drives it, pure fury and anger, overwhelming and blinding in their intensity. Get too close and you might burn. These untamed, passionate beasts convince you in the existence of mythological creatures. It is like a feral animal and magma combined, trapped in a body far smaller than it. You can see it in those burning hellish eyes. Like a Phoenix this fire never dies, the spark might sputter and decrease. Just when you feel like you tamed this inferno of rage only for it to rise from its ashes, burn brighter than before and eat away at everything in its path.

Nothing can stand between fire and its goals. It will go to dubious heights to achieve what it wants. It is undefeated because, oh my dear, fire, after all is destined to conquer.

4. Air

Air, the element of mischief, flight and freedom. That one element that messes with all the other elements. Its mischief is quite often troublesome. That one element that ruffles all the feathers. It will blow away the earth, crack the moist soil, push water to its breaking point and spread the flames with relative ease. The embodiment of chaos.

Greys that merge into silver when alight with mischief and cheerfulness. Rarely do you expect something extremely terrible from them, because while it might be mischievous, it is rarely ever malicious. Its mood varies from time to time. Sometimes it is a force to be reckoned with. Its gales powerful enough to make the mountains crumble, the sea to part and the fire to extinguish. Sometimes or more often than not, it is a light, whispering, playful breeze, tugging at the hems of your trousers. But once in a while, just sometimes, it is quiet, tired and still. There is no sign of it.

It is a traveler, a free, restless spirit in all its childish glory, that is always moving, unable to stay in a place for long. The rules don't apply to it, it creates its own rules. While others are set straight in their ways, the air just doesn't bother with all the frivolity. It will transport and carry the echoes of booming laughter and giggles that were lost. It will carry the scent of sweet summer flowers and it will be the crisp, cold wind of winter. It will transport pollen after playing with it and it will blow leaves around during autumn, creating an artful mess. Air is the child that is left by itself and free to do whatever it wills, so it plays messenger and partakes in pointless mischief and pranks. It will push the clouds just to watch them float and it will create waves to watch them wash over the land. It will give birds leverage to fly, while playing with their feathers, and cooling the rest of the animals that can't fly. But besides all of this, it is the epitome of freedom and flight and, dare I say, the most powerful element.

Air is not held by down by expectations, it will do what it wills, whenever it wills because, oh my dear, Air, after all, is destined to spread its wings and fly to freedom.

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“The Strongest Of The Strange”

you won’t see them often

for wherever the crowd is

they are not.

those odd ones, not many

but from them come

the few good paintings

the few good symphonies

the few good books

and other works.

and from the best of

the strange ones perhaps

nothing.

they are their own

paintings

their own

books

their own

music

their own

work.

sometimes I think

I see them – say

a certain old

man sitting on a

certain bench

in a certain way

or

a quick face

going the other way

in a passing

automobile

or

there’s a certain motion

of the hands

of a bag-boy or a bag-girl

while packing supermarket groceries.

sometimes

it is even somebody

you have been

living with

for some time –

you will notice a

lightning quick

glance never seen

from them before.

sometimes

you will only note

their existance suddenly

in vivid recall

some months

some years

after they are

gone.

I remember

such a one –

he was about

20 years old

drunk at 10 a.m.

staring into a cracked

New Orleans mirror

facing dreaming

against the walls of

the world

where

did I

go?

~Charles Bukowski

Back-To-School Essentials 

I don’t give two shits if it makes you uncomfortable. That’s what it’s supposed to do.

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Everyone. I mean it.