#Et in Arcadia Ego

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[The curtain falls on the Unending Night and we in Flavortown remain. Will we see you all again? I lean on this new dawn's hope. You will remain ever in our hearts. Et in Flavortown ego. We are here. We are here. We are here.]

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Something I never see anyone speak about regarding LIS1: "Et in Arcadia ego."

When I first played the game, I hadn't noticed it, as there was a significant maturity gap from then to now—but in light of the new game coming out starring Max, I decided to fire up the OG LIS as a refresher. Something I hadn't even thought of until hearing the words "Arcadia Bay" again is that, by Greek definition, Arcadia means "paradise." Then that got me thinking of a western classic I had read somewhat recently called "Blood Meridian" (or "The Evening Redness in the West," depending on who you speak to) by Cormac McCarthy, which is popularly accredited amongst book lovers as one of the best researched English novels in the world. Don't search for this book if you have a sensitive stomach or heart.

The point of the matter is: a character called "The Judge." In this case, all that matters is that the character represents evil, more importantly, the devil. This character owns a gun with the engraving "Et in Arcadia ego," which translates to "Even in Arcadia, there am I," a reminder that death is present even in paradise. It should be acknowledged this quote does not wholly belong to "The Evening Redness," but is originally traced to a term coined by Pope Clement IX in the 17th century, who found inspiration from Virgil's 'Arcadian' Eclogues.

Given the bold themes of death and sullying that which is pure, I connect this quote to the story of LIS1. I'm not sure if it's wholly intentional, but it is by far one of my favorite schizo details I've demented myself into believing is canon.

“Et in Arcadia ego” Nicolas Poussin 1637-1638

“Et in Arcadia ego” Giovanni Francesco Barbieri (Guercino) 1618–1622

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XIII. DEATH - LALO SALAMANCA

bcs 5x09; 6x07; 5x01; 6x06; 5x10; 6x08 // detail of the apocalypse tapestry (unknown) // jumping man (richard hambleton) // the burial of sardine (francisco goya, detail)

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Et in Arcadia ego, Nicolas Poussin, 1626

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Et in Arcadia Ego by Nicolas Poussin, 1637-1638.

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Since, Star Trek is trending on Tumblr, let me take this opportunity to say that Rios deserved better. Hell, the entire original cast from Season 1, aka, La Sirena crew deserved better

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Guercino - Et in Arcadia ego, 1618.

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Guercino - Et in Arcadia ego, 1618

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Et in Arcadia Ego

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Et in Arcadia ego

The phrase, which is the title of this painting -also known as The Arcadian Sheperds-, is very anterior.

Arcadia/Arcady is an utopian concept of idyllic nature in full bloom and deserted by all but youngful and pretty sheperds, living away from the corruption in the city, morally pure and close to nature. You'll find it referenced into poetry.

Now, let's speak translations. I haven't studied Latin for years but my loyal wikipedia and I will try not to mess up (step in if you think it's necessary !)

So, "Et in Arcadia ego" offers several possibilities.

Indeed, you can't know for sure which one it is because the verbe implied is "esse" (to be) and can be omitted in some cases in Latin.

It could either mean "I am in Arcadia too" or "I, too, was in Arcadia"

Just to get this out of the way, the large block in the painting is a tomb -I mean, without my glasses, it doesn't seem that obvious-

In the first proposition, "I" represents Death, stating that even living the dream, us humans are only mere mortals in the end.

Or... or "I" is the dead, which is our second option. Just because you are in Arcadia doesn't mean you won't die. But there's another interpretation : the person buried here has lived in Arcadia and had enjoyed earthly pleasures in their life here.

Apparently, grammatically wise, the first option is more likely but I don't grasp why so I'm not going to explain

[fieriframes]

[To ones such as us Hiding alongside you from hyenas ourselves lost in cities to ones such as they Hunting you outside Be safe from the cruel world]

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Portal of the Virgin, Notre-Dame de Paris Cathedral — Paris, France

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Letter to a Modern Artist, part I

“I have been meaning to write: I have circled the writing pad as the swans circled Delos; I have hovered above the white paper as the Eagles hover above the compound in the Philosophic Egg, hoping for a birth of the spirit that drives one to get things done. The trouble with me is I have always got my nose buried in heart and mind consuming stuff, and when I finallly look up whoa! It's already spring. And here's me thinking it's only 3 a.m. I have obviously lost the ability to tell late from early. Do you know where early ends and late starts?

I am aware that you consider me particularly ignorant on the subject of Art, and I really do not take offense at such an evaluation, as it is probably more right than wrong. But the works of Art I like are not ignorant and the beauty of them are not in the least affected by my ignorance, but, as I look upon them, find myself washed clean of the leprosy of false art, with which the world is filled to brimming. Perhaps it would be useful at this point to give you a list of small selection of the works I value, because, God forbid, it might be Andy Warhole for all you know, and unless you know what I value, you cannot know where my heart is. If Earth was heaven, I should live in a Gothic Cathedral with great rose windows and make a portal just like the Virgin portal at Notre-Dame. The doors would be Ghiberti's and the ceilings Michelangelo's. On the walls I'd hang Leonardo's St. John and the Annunciation, Poussin's Et in Arcadia Ego (Les Bergers d'Arcadie. Later version of the Louvre), also Poussin's Orpheus and Eurydice. Titian's Bacchus and Ariadne, and The Entombment I'd fetch from the Louvre. The same gallery would also suffer the loss of the Silver Statue of the Virgin and Child and Amiens Cathedral would be minus their Madonna. Bernini and Michelangelo would supply the centerpieces and Cellini the golden nic-nacs. The Greeks would be useful as tile layers, but hey, who would object to a few Romans lending a helping hand? I should ask God to plant me a garden but this time without Adam and Eve, those greedy fruit eaters.

All these great works are full of symbolism for those who care to read them. They are hieroglyphs from God, created in stone or on canvas by the Servants of the Lords of Light. And I truly believe that to be a true Artist is to be a Servant of the Higher Powers and of Truth; for to be otherwise is to be a creator of wallpaper—or of shelf-fillers—or of infernal cacophony.

But the pure Beauty of Great Art lifts the thoughts away from earthly cares and woes, and brings Grace to the inner minds of those who look upon them with eyes that see; clarifying the sight until there are no more boundaries and no distance. I see these Works as the materialized 'shadows' of Holy Inspiration, earthly representatives of what the great Artist sees in his enlightened Vision, and which he can only reproduce as best he can with whatever talent and sweat is his. (I can only imagine that the true Artist will never be satisfied with the reproduction of his vision, for no work of Art can ever tell us exactly what those who wrote or painted saw or heard or felt in their visions. And I speak here only of great works, not of the twaddle poured out by would-be artists.)”

— Edda Livingston

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Et in Arcadia ego-Les bergers d'Arcadie, Nicolas Poussin, 1637-38

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South Africa 50's-60's

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caption: you over there, in the da[r]kn[e]ss, is it re[a]l[l]y you, my most [d]evoted one? i'v[e] cre[a]ted you. brough[t] you into existence time and time again. you are my greatest ac[h)ievement and my most solemn regret. you were r[i]ght to take the plunge without he[s]itation. to leave the world burning. i don't [f]ault you. the world wo[u]ld have ea[t]en you, heart and soul, [i]f you [l]et it. does it not excite you? to be free? to find joy in our hellish r[e]union?