#Contemplations

[fivelasanctum]

Time melts away when one is happy...

Quite telling that Lila planned for them to be at the greenhouse for a few days and it turned to 5/6 months or a year? (Forgot the exact amount of time) Showing she was indeed happy in her domestic life she had built with five.

[musingsofagirl]

I am a child of the universe and so are you,

I am free to think and feel, dream or do.

I am loved by the stars and I love them,

a love bound by no place, planet or when.

I am a child of the universe and so are you...

Together we think, feel, dream and do.

We have love to feel, give freely or keep.

We are the stars and the cosmos...to be us is the meaning we seek.

-B

[fhuzee]

Nachi

Wakayama, Japon, 2021

Takeshi Shikama

[free-land-free-labor]

The great tragedy of having a long list of names you appreciate that could be future names for children is that they can never all come to fruition. Someday in however many years it will have to be Rosalie or Isadora, Duke or Percival, and little mental images ever stewing of those who could have been shall never be.

[mybrainsautocorrect]

Okay so I think I need to discuss Will specifically during his three year hiatus from Hannibal because I don’t think I will ever get over how he just chose to come back.

I think, whether by plan or not, Hannibal had far more influence over will during his time away than was shown in the show.

For example, Will’s scar from where Hannibal took that saw to his forehead. That is a visible, constantly present mark denoting Hannibal’s never ending influence over Will.

Simply by existing, that scar is a near-constant reminder for Will that Hannibal exists, that Hannibal is imprisoned, that Will knows exactly where to find him. Every time he looks in a mirror, every time he runs his hand over his forehead and feels it there, every time he gets stares from strangers while out in public, Will is reminded of Hannibal.

Also, Hannibal never shut up. He was writing the entire time he was imprisoned. And people were writing about him. He was a sensational topic and he must have been EVERYWHERE. Maybe Will chose to live out in the middle of nowhere so he could get away because I just know something like Hannibal would have been all over the news, would have been in newspapers for weeks to months, would have been in books and advertisements in all sorts of ways. If people can use something for personal advantage, no matter how horrible it is, they will. And that would have made Will’s life away from Hannibal virtually impossible

[thatsyngirl]

I'm a Mad Scientist and I'm tired of pretending I'm not. 🌎🔮🧪💎🤓⚡️🌩️

[lupineskyes]

GUYS, Philza was just streaming beat saber on his alt, but at the end, he said 'see you guys, later... today.' *evil chuckle* There's an event on qsmp today, right?! After a week of being kidnapped, anyone else think this means he's returning? :D Prepare for angst I guess? XD

[ajzephyros]

Do you think the Link in Echoes of Wisdom is Legend? Maybe he's a totally new Link not any existing member of the Chain.

[drratiosstudent]

Chained Pathway quotes and life lessons (LOTM)

Initially posted on reddit but decided to post it here too! It was fun trying to think of philosophies or life principles that align with this pathway, and surprisingly, a lot of these quotes are taken from my own personal journal...

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Life is not kind to those with great desires, nor those who lack them. 

The line between curses and blessings are thin. Indeed, perhaps only the wise and the lunatics are able to roam free between this abstract line.

We were cursed with desires, yet it is this same blessed desire that chains us to life and keeps us from death.

As the saying goes: “The dose makes the poison”… The same should be said for desire. Hah. How much of it are you willing to take? How much pain are you willing to endure for the sake of your desires? Does the sweet taste of desire linger on your tongue and fade away into a bitter aftertaste? Or does it taste sweeter with time, tempting you towards insatiability and insanity? Will you let this desire become the medicine or poison you take?

It is easy to become a slave of what you desire and gain. Many don’t realise that there is a thin line between being a master and being a slave of your desires.

Perhaps we are all prisoners of our own hearts, but that is much better than being imprisoned by the hearts of others. One must understand that the greatest blessing is to be able to choose one’s own prison.

Is freedom complete control? Or is freedom a lack of control? Is there any freedom found in restraint and is there any freedom found in letting it all go? Tell me, does it matter at all in the end? Perhaps… we will never be free.

The first step towards freedom comes in understanding that we were born with chains, and that we will die bound by them. As Jean Jacques Rousseau once said, “Freedom is the power to choose our own chains."

You must acknowledge the chains that bind you down. You can’t truly be free if you ignore the heavy weight of chains locking you down.

Desire will keep you alive, but too much of it will kill you. The right desires will help you grow and enjoy life, and the toxic ones will make you miserable. The crazy don’t care much of it, the foolish seek the wrong things, while the wise use their desires to thrive.

What you need and what you want are two different things. Do you know the difference?

Life is the greatest prison we were born in, and death, the final prison.

The first step towards living is to acknowledge whether you are someone who is bound by temperance, or someone who is bound by unrestrained desires. Choosing the right chains will either give you freedom, or weigh you down until you crumble upon the weight of your choices.

New addition for Tumblr:

We were cursed with desires, yet it is this same blessed desire that chains us to life and keeps us from death. 

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Some poetry related to the Chained pathway

Heart in chains

Heart in chains,

Pumping through my pain.

Tired of troubled thoughts,

Of the burden I have wrought.

Like a madman's terror,

I scream a little longer.

Unable to let go

Of this chain on my soul.

I cry in pain,

At the turmoil I've caused.

I curse in defeat

At the blood I've stained.

I tighten the chains,

And empty my heart.

How can it still,

Beat stubbornly through the pain?

[musingsofagirl]

Upon a Saturday 5 bees visited me,

They buzzed around vivaciously.

They swarmed so loudly announcing their arrival,

I could only be reminded of nature and survival.

I listened to them sing and felt their vibe,

As they searched through the plants for pollen and life.

I marveled with delight at the magic they bring

displaying community, dedication and purpose on tiny wings.

Ahh.. the power of the infinitesimal, I chuckled with mirth

What better way to be blessed by the earth.

I shall take a wing or two from this lesson,

And live life moment to moment with future a guessing.

Being a bee is beautiful you see,

Just as all of life is as beautiful as all of me.

[i-will-steal-your-intestines]

I wish I had someone I could tell all my disturbed thoughts to…thoughts that generally make people uncomfortable. someone I could tell my silly ones to as well, my stupid ones, my sad ones, my happy ones, my true raw ones at my time of vulnerability, my every thought without fearing abandonment or judgement from them..I wish I had someone I could be honest with, someone who knew me, knew my very soul, understood me with just a glance. someone who knew me as no one else does. I guess this hidden yearning of mine, is part of the reason why I’m so attracted to ships such as tommarymort and snack/starprince, and why the soulmates/soulbond trope is one of my favourites.

[saturnalia-charceuterie-board]

insects are overwhelmingly sci-fi to me

[mariuspompom]

The muse reappears, takes us and brings us back, Shedding tears over human misery Strikes and consoles, goes from zenith to nadir, And in every brow reflects with splendour bright Her flight, her whirl, her lyre, storm of sparks, And on her million wings, her million eyes.

The movement thus completes its action. Thanks to you, saint progress, the Revolution Now vibrates in the air, in the voice, in the book. In the pulsating word the reader finds her living. She (the Revolution) cries, she sings, she teaches, she laughs. Her tongue is untied along with her spirit. She’s in novels, whispering to women. She opens now two eyes where two flames appear, One over the citizen and the other over the thinker. She takes her sister Freedom by the hand, And bids her enter every man by every pore. Prejudices, formed, like corals, By the somber mass of abuses through long ages, Are swept away by the clash of all the floating words Full of her will, her aim, her soul. She is the prose, she is the verse, she is the drama; She is the expression, she is the sentiment, Lantern in the street, star in the firmament. She enters the unfathomable depths of speech; She breathes into art, formidable loudhailer;

And, by God’s will, after she had filled the people with her pride, from their brow erased the old lines, and raised the trampled crowd, and having become Law, she becomes an Idea!

Paris, january 1834

Final verses of the poem "Response to an indictment", of V. Hugo from Contemplations

Original here

[ruins-of-her-peace]

People: get stuck on The Picture of Dorian Gray chapter 11 because it's too slow-paced/too much theory/too much description/too hard to read/not really interesting to them

Me: gets stuck on The Picture of Dorian Gray chapter 11 because I gotta look up every word I don't understand which subsequently leads to a further research as the word brings me to one curious topic after another and/or the thoughts in the text send me rolling ass over teakettle into a myriad of connections that open into enlightenments and realisations which I gotta contemplate and write down and process, and the chapter is full of those, and so I read a half a paragraph and for the next hour+ go down the rabbit hole, you see my problem

[tiernanmoss]