The Redox is the chemical half of the madness that is me. I'm PiLot and I'm an artist, musician, gamer, chef, procrastinating mess of human goodness. This is a peek inside my mind. Enjoy the collection of likes, interests, inspirations, and passion.
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If you have billions of dollars it shouldn’t be a crime to steal from you. You’ve got enough money that your security should be your own responsibility and anyone who manages to swipe from your hoard deserves applause for besting a supervillain
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With Summer coming to a close the gang decided to leave Camden Park and spend some time at Wavey Willards. O'aka looked high and low for a Crocolossus mask to add to his collection. He was sad when there was none to find.
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With Summer coming to a close the gang decided to leave Camden Park and spend some time at Wavey Willards. Caleb decided to play some the games around the park. His favorite was Gunslinger. Do high scores matter anymore?
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With Summer coming to a close the gang decided to leave Camden Park and spend some time at Wavey Willards. Redox felt her time was better spend climbing. With no staff to stop her she made it to the top of the Crocolossus.
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With Summer coming to a close the gang decided to leave Camden Park and spend some time at Wavey Willards. PiLot didn't want to take any chances with swimming in irradiated water. So he decided to worked on his tan instead.
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With Summer coming to a close the gang decided to leave Camden Park and spend some time at Wavey Willards. Rikku decided that a wet suit was close enough to a swim suit and spend some time wadding in one of the pools.
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Is this the whole thing??? It’s the first time I’ve seen this version.
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Yes, that’s the whole image
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There is a phrase used to describe people, often strangers, as “ships passing in the night.” The phrase is meant to describe how fleeting the intersection of two lives can be, how briefly people we don’t know can flicker in and out of our lives.
But when I read about the Titanic, I think we can push the phrase further. Because sometimes, as you pass another ship in the night, you may hear a cry in the dark. A person in danger. A shout for help. Distress rockets and SOS signals wailing into the night. A stranger in crisis.
And in those fleeting moments as your ship passes theirs, you get to make the choice- are you the Californian, the closest ship to the Titanic, which saw the distress rockets and saw the lights on the horizon and sat and did nothing; or are you the Carpathia, turning on a dime, pushing all steam to the engines, racing to help?
We can not say for sure what caused the Californian to not help the Titanic in that night of crisis. Whether is was apathy or incompetence or fear, we don’t know.
But we know that every single soul who survived the Titanic survived because of the Carpathia. Because the crew and the passengers of that ship raced nearly 60 miles through ice fields above their maximum speed in the dead of night, readying life boats, readying triage, to pull them from the water.
So, yes, we are ships passing in the night, and when given the chance to turn away or do good, always err on the side of reckless compassion.
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Imagine doing this in front of a 14th century peasant
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My disappointment is immeasurable
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I will forever be profoundly unimpressed with people who take pride in their unkindness to others
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My hobbies include
petting my cat
holding my cat
burying my face in my cat
kissing my cat
meowing at my cat
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