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Maxfield Parrish - "The Young King of the Black Isles" (1909)
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The birth of a tornado in Dimmit, Texas. By Harald Richter Nssl
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ᚻᛖᚱ ᛒᛁᚦ ᚠᛇᚻ ᛚᚫᚾᛖ ᚻᛖᚱ ᛒᛁᚦ ᚠᚱᛇᚾᛞ ᛚᚫᚾᛖ ᚻᛖᚱ ᛒᛁᚦ ᛗᚩᚾ ᛚᚫᚾᛖ ᚻᛖᚱ ᛒᛁᚦ ᛗᚫᚷ ᛚᚫᚾᛖ ᛠᛚ ᚦᛁᛋ ᛇᚱᚦᚪᚾ ᚷᛖᛋᛏᛠᛚ ᛁᛞᛖᛚ ᚹᛇᚱᚦᛖᚦ
Hér bið feoh lǽne, hér bið fréond lǽne, hér bið mon lǽne, hér bið mæġ lǽne, eal þis eorþan ġesteal ídel weorþeð!
Here money is fleeting, here friend is fleeting, here man is fleeting, here kinsman is fleeting, all the foundation of this world turns to waste!
(sang by Gealdýr) (full text of The Wanderer)
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The Island of Love (Jean-Honoré Fragonard, c. 1770)
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Astolf rides away with his head lost (1873) by Arnold Böcklin
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Photography: Imilchil, Morocco, 1976 Photographer: Jean Vigo
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“Out of evil, much good has come to me. By keeping quiet, repressing nothing, remaining attentive, and by accepting reality, taking things as they are, and not as I wanted them to be, by doing all this, unusual knowledge has come to me, and unusual powers as well, such as I could never have imagined before. I always thought that when we accepted things they overpowered us in some way or other. This turns out not to be true at all, and it is only by accepting them that one can assume an attitude towards them.”
- C.G. Jung, Alchemical Studies
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"I feel so cold on hookers and gin..."
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