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Fern
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Algonquin Provincial Park, Canada by Marian Dragiev
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I long for a large room to myself, with books and nothing else, where I can shut myself up, and see no one, and read myself into peace.
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson dated 30 October 1904, from Virginia Woolf: The Complete Collection
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“Storm at Sea off the Norwegian Coast” (details, 1837) by Andreas Achenbach
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Zarina Situmorang aka Зарина Ситуморанг (Russian, b. 1991, Moscow, Russia) - Touch, 2021, Paintings: Oil on Canvas
Source: beinart.org
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Alfons Mucha. A Scene from the Decoration of the Bosnia and Herzegovina Pavilion at the Paris Universal Exposition, 1900. Musée du Petit Palais, Paris.
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"A sky of dread weighs down on man,
No dawn comes in the tyrant’s wake,
The wind howls, but not with freedom’s call,
Oppression’s breath is cloaked in rain.
Ashen fields where dreams once grew,
Now salted by an unknown hand,
A frost is cast upon our souls,
To break the will our fathers held.
The landscapes crawl with weary souls,
With hearts encased in quiet fear,
And voices stolen by the din,
Where dishonest visions still endear.
No swords to bear, no axes to wield,
Yet all must fight a silent war.
O’r subverting grips that veil the land
Who’d see men’s spirits rise no more.
Enduring is that force we fight,
It’s hidden hands & relentless tide,
It seeks to break what it can’t bind,
That embers spark which burns so bright.
Resounding o’r moors in embattled breath,
A cry escapes these thorns of grief,
For they will never claim our soul
We are the storm that wouldn’t tame"
- Winterfylleth - The Unyielding Season
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James Smillie (1807–1885), “The Voyage of Life: Old Age”
etching, engraving & mezzotint, 1856 — source
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František Kobliha.
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"A Red Dawn", by Nona Limmen
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“A thinking mind is not swallowed up by what it comes to know. It reaches out to grasp something related to itself and to its present knowledge (and so knowable in some degree) but also separate from itself and from its present knowledge (not identical with these). In any act of thinking, the mind must reach across this space between known and unknown, linking one to the other but also keeping visible to difference. It is an erotic space.”
— Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet
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Aristotle divided life into two areas, into time employed for non-leisure (a-scholia) and time of leisure (schole), that is, into non-rest and rest. Work as non-rest, as un-freedom, must be subordinated to leisure. With regard to activities (prakta), Aristotle also situated the beautiful and noble outside of what is useful and necessary, that is, outside of work. Only need forces work upon us; work is therefore need-ful. Leisure, by contrast, opens up a space beyond the necessities of life that is free of compulsion and care. According to Aristotle, the nature of human existence is not care, but leisure. Contemplative rest enjoys absolute priority. All activities have to be carried out with the aim of this rest in mind and have to return to it.
Byung-Chul Han, The Scent of Time