Fate has always been changeable

Right back at you from my nonbinary heart

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No matter how comfortable you might or might not feel with the word trans, or nonbinary, or whatever else--

Even if no other person on the planet has ever believed you about your experience of gender

Guess what? I do

My name is Suheila, a mother of five children.

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Since the ceasefire was declared, many people think things in Gaza are “over.”

But the truth is nothing has materially changed for us.

There is still destruction everywhere.

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Clothes are still a need, not a luxury.

Because of the ceasefire, donations have slowed, but our suffering has not ended 💔

My husband is still wounded and unable to work, and I am doing everything I can to keep my children safe, fed, and warm. We still urgently need money for food, clothing, and daily survival.

More than anything, I hope to leave Gaza as soon as possible so my children can have a future, but leaving requires resources we simply do not have yet.

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This is a cranberry bog (unflooded) it’s how cranberries grow. Once they’re ripe, the blog is flooded and the cranberries harvested.

His farm was on the leading edge of kinda using organic/sustainable pest control methods, and one of the things that they did to keep insect damage down was that they encouraged wolf spiders to live in the cranberry field, to eat the bugs. 

This was all fine and good until they flooded the bog. Now, you don’t just like flood the bog and then go around it in a boat or whatever. No, you use hip waders to get in there and put the big floaty things where they go and get all the berries and such.

Well when you’re in the bog in hip waders, that makes you the tallest thing. Wolf spiders can swim a bit, but they don’t like it, so they’re, quite understandably, looking to climb out of the water onto a tall thing.

So yeah the first interview question he always asked potential cranberry bog harvester hires was “are you cool with spiders?”

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Thuringwethil sniling so sneetly 😌✨️

In the context for his desire for publication, Tolkien expresses in his letters the view that "a solitary art is no art". I personally do not interpret this as a dismissal of the endeavour and feeling that is necessary for (sub)creative efforts that do not see the light of day. But we can certainly derive that Tolkien sees art as something that draws on the world and is to be put back into the world. In his work Melkor, who does not want his creation to draw from the existing world or from God but wants it to be solely the product of his own thought, while also having little regard of how his creations will affect the world when put out into it, is condemnable in Tolkien's narrative.

At one point in his letters Tolkien points out his inconsistent use of the word 'magic'. He uses it both in the relation to the Machine, which implies "all use of external plans or devices (apparatus) instead of development of the inherent inner powers or talents — or even the use of these talents with the corrupted motive of dominating: bulldozing the real world, or coercing other wills."

This is juxtaposed to Elven 'magic', the object of which "is Art not Power, sub-creation not domination and tyrannous re-forming of Creation." Yet even Elven creation presents the fanger of 'Fall".

There is no parthenogenesis in art. Art is affected by thoughts, ideas, morality and aesthetics that are prexisting, but it is shaped through an osmosis of those external things with the individual creator's personal touch. And what comes out from this process is both something old and something new.

The Silmarils, which are the product of Elven sub-creation and magic) are a great example of this. Feanor captured in them part of the Light of the Two Trees. They were an osmosis of something created by Yavanna with Feanor's own ideas and craftsmanship. But Feanor did not care to help the world he lived in. He would withhold the Silmarils when their Light was needed. This too is seen as condemnable in the narrative. In a way it reflects Melkor's predicament of "the sub-creator wishing to become Lord and 'God' of his private creation", which slowly but surely leads to a desire for power. The Fall of the Elves is directly tied to Feanor and his sons' desire to not share Feanor's masterpieces with others. Their Fall is tied to "their possessiveness and (to a less degree) [to their] perversion of their art to power."