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The bright side of darkness
- looking negative things in the eyes
Even the darkest abyss can bring the highest form of enlightenment. And more than often it is through suffering through which we can experience joy and happiness. Life is not meant to never hurt; Actually pain is what makes us feel alive, and moreover it is through pain through which we really grow. Even the most obscure darkness offers a glimpse of light. Once we are able to understand what darkness really is; a base, a foundation, a medium, merely like an unwritten piece of paper that needs to be filled. Darkness often represents void, and why should we consider void to have a negative meaning? Why do we find a lack of purpose saddening, if we, we ourselves can create meaning all by ourselves? The hunt for a primordial sense of purpose is rather futile. - See, isn't it kind of ironic? Maybe the only sense of sense is senselessness itself; Once you hunt it, it will disappear. But once you just be, the entire concept of a pre-defined sense appears rather illogical, and therefor futile. Because the only sense of sense seems to be to make sense, do I make sense?
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Michael A. Vaccaro, Georgia O'Keeffe (Abiquiú, New Mexico, 1960). In this 1960 photograph, the artist, age seventy-three, poses next to her earlier canvas, Pelvis Series, Red with Yellow (1945). The painting is part of a large series of compositions made between 1943 and 1947 that depict an animal pelvis bone, viewed either in its entirety or in fragmentary detail. Usually O'Keeffe reproduced the natural bleached-gray color of the bone, but here she deviates into expressively bold colors that make the image appear more abstract. By eliminating all extraneous detail and any sense of place, our attention is focused solely on the essential elements of the composition—the empty socket of the bone through which a golden sky can be seen. Her friend, the novelist Jean Toomer, once noted that she painted "the universe through the portal of a bone."
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“I’m not sure it is possible to articulate grief through language. You can say, I was so sad I thought my bones would collapse. I thought I would die. But language always falls short of the body when it comes to the intensity of corporeal experience. The best we can do is bring language in relationship to corporeal experience—bring words close to the body—as close as possible. Close enough to shatter them. Or close enough to knock a body out. To bring language close to the intensity of experiences like love or death or grief or pain is to push on the affect of language. Its sounds and grunts and ecstatic noises. The ritual sense of language. Or the cry.” — Lidia Yuknavitch, from The Chronology of Water (via 0xymora)
See me, don't see me - Oxymora!
...illuminating the mystery has always been a procedure of finding the paradox cliff, building penrose bridges between them - welcome to the impossible figure that is me!
“A flower of poison,
a flower of morality,
A love that is real,
a love that is destruction,
Plant, poison, love, hate,
good people live in sin,
emotions lay far from virtue,
Oxymora of the soul.”
- // duality
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Oxymora
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/1rXCk7G by obsidienne Good things don’t happen to Dean, so he’s not even surprised when Cas tells him he misunderstood the I love you. (Post-S12E12: Stuck in the Middle (With You)) Words: 27505, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Minor Characters, Original Characters Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Minor Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, season 12, Post 12.12, Self-Loathing, Forgiveness, Winged Castiel (Supernatural), Wing Kink, Misunderstandings, Casual Sex, sex as a coping mechanism, Coda, Tactile Dean Winchester, Cuddling, BAMF Castiel, Interspecies Sex, Angel Sex, dean/others - Freeform, Post-Episode: s12e12 Stuck In The Middle (With You) (Supernatural) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/1rXCk7G
"Man muss sich seiner Angst stellen!"
- die Worte eines zwangsgestörten Chaostheoretikers