HIDDEN TREASURES HIDDEN HISTORY HIDDEN CITIES : TARTARIA

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HIDDEN TREASURES HIDDEN HISTORY HIDDEN CITIES : TARTARIA

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EXPOSITION | En piste ! Clowns, pitres et saltimbanques ➽ https://tinyurl.com/Exposition-EnPiste Une plongée poétique et spectaculaire dans l’univers fascinant du cirque et des arts forains. Mettant en scène plus de trois cents œuvres et objets, cette exposition, orchestrée par la metteuse en scène Macha Makeïeff, transforme le musée en une grande piste où rêves et réalités s’entrelacent, dans une atmosphère de fête foraine d’autrefois
To be born in that city … is useful for only one thing: to have always known that … the dream of unlimited progress is in reality a nightmare of savagery and death.
from The Story of the Lost Child by Elena Ferrante (Europa Editions 2015) [the narrator is describing the city of Naples]
Yaa Brafi Kotoko
A woman born on a Thursday is called Yaa and she institutes the sanctity of home, land and country. The literal meaning of “bra fi”. The institution of home, land or country.
She institutes and defends the sanctity of home as characterised by the impregnable porcupine, which we call kotoko. To increasingly attack a porcupine is to slowly induce your demise, such is an animal with an impeccable defence mechanism, hence attributed to Yaa Brafi; the one that institutes and defends the sanctity of home, land and country.
Bra (to institute). Fi (home). Europeans will derive the name Libra from here which subsequently becomes the root of the word, library, a form of instituting a society, a place to learn. Libro (book) in Spanish.
The late Bronze Age collapse and our future
The late Bronze Age collapse and our future
Between about 1250 and 1150 BCE an essentially ‘globalised’ and multi-national civilisation based around the eastern Mediterranean collapsed into ruin. The collapse was violent, relatively swift, and marked the effective end not just of the age in which bronze was the primary alloy, but of multiple nations including the Hittite Empire, Mycenaean Greece, Kassite-era Babylonia, and Egypt’s New…
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I had all the good intentions for this digital tour of the collections of the Louvre but I didn’t manage to get past the numbers, sorry
“More people can see them in the Louvre or the British or the you-name-it museum” yeah it’s literally impossible to take in all the information of like 40,000 exhibits in one, two or fifty visits though trust me so truly what’s the real reason for keeping all these other than self-importance syndrome?
Oh and the rest 350,000 artifacts they have are not even on display! They are just... kept there
Earth an intergalactic trading center?
The potentials for planet Earths real purpose..intended to.be the intergalactic trading exchange center for our universe..WOW!!..& we are part of this process..that’s how magnificent me,you,us are..so many humans underestimate our ablities …this is way beyond an individual wanting money,a luxury home car or holiday…lol Blessings in our magnificent, collective destiny…😊🤪💗..GG
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day 20! have i mentioned that i love marble statues?? because i really really do. the idea of someone spending hours, days, weeks, carefully chiselling a giant block of marble to fit your visage, immortalising the way your robes curve, the way your smile tilts to the left oh so slightly,,, that’s so tender, and i love the idea of it. i remember seeing loads of statues in italy and greece, especially in temples or cathedrals. i used to stare at these marble statues, and wonder who their subjects were, what kinds of lives they led. i wonder if these people knew they would be immortalised in marble, for generations to admire and ponder over.