On the internet, I go by photonasty.





I'm interested in the mysteries of life and death.

I post:

- art - psychedelia - photography - quotes - the occasional meme


If you light a lamp for somebody, it will also brighten your path.

Buddhist Proverb (via cosmofilius)

(Source: sherrylam, via ancienttime)

Your being a person is due to the illusion of space and time; you imagine yourself to be at a certain point occupying a certain volume; your personality is due to your self-identification with the body. Your thoughts and feelings exist in succession, they have their span in time and make you imagine yourself, because of memory, as having duration. In reality time and space exist in you; you do not exist in them. They are modes of perception…

Nisargadatta Maharaj

Nisargadatta. (1973). I am that. Mumbai: Chetana Publications.

(via yoga9vipassana)

(via bird0fhermes)

Meditation is therefore the art of suspending verbal and symbolic thinking for a time, somewhat as a courteous audience will stop talking when a concert is about to begin.

Alan Watts (via childrenofthetao)

(via theawakenedstate)

allmesopotamia:

Uruk (present day Al-Muthannā), Iraq
Via flickr 

“This is the wall of Uruk, which no city on Earth can equal. See how its ramparts gleam like copper in the sun. Climb the stone staircase, more ancient than the mind can imagine, approach the Eanna Temple, sacred to Ishtar, a temple that no king has equaled in size or beauty, walk on the wall of Uruk, follow its course around the city, inspect its mighty foundations, examine its brickwork, how masterfully it is built, observe the land it encloses: the palm trees, the gardens, the orchards, the glorious palaces and temples, the shops and marketplaces, the houses, the public squares.”- from The Epic of Gilgamesh, trans. Stephen Mitchell.

Calls to mind Shelley’s “Ozymandias”, y/y?

allmesopotamia:

Uruk (present day Al-Muthannā), Iraq

Via flickr

“This is the wall of Uruk, which no city on Earth can equal. See how its ramparts gleam like copper in the sun. Climb the stone staircase, more ancient than the mind can imagine, approach the Eanna Temple, sacred to Ishtar, a temple that no king has equaled in size or beauty, walk on the wall of Uruk, follow its course around the city, inspect its mighty foundations, examine its brickwork, how masterfully it is built, observe the land it encloses: the palm trees, the gardens, the orchards, the glorious palaces and temples, the shops and marketplaces, the houses, the public squares.”

- from The Epic of Gilgamesh, trans. Stephen Mitchell.

Calls to mind Shelley’s “Ozymandias”, y/y?

It is not by wisdom that the poets create their works, but by a certain natural power and by inspiration, like soothsayers and prophets, who say many fine things, but who understand nothing of what they say.

Socrates.  The Trial and Death of Socrates.  As recorded by Plato in “The Apology of Socrates.”  Section 22.  Translated by F. J. Church.  London and New York: Macmillan and Co., 1895.  p44.  Print.  Updated 31 July 2007.  Accessed 21 May 2013.  http://archive.org/details/trialanddeathofs00platiala (via quotetroll)

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scottknickelbine:

Ajahn Chah tells you everything you need to know about meditation.

scottknickelbine:

Ajahn Chah tells you everything you need to know about meditation.

(via zenhumanism)

Because it does not contend, it is beyond reproach.

from the Tao Te Ching

coffeeandscarfs:

This. This is the reason why I am passionate about chemistry.

coffeeandscarfs:

This. This is the reason why I am passionate about chemistry.

(via themagnificentunknown)

Classification of fantasy and reality is itself a fantasy that humans created. Life begins when you make a distinction between yourself and others. From that moment on, the world becomes a stage for the story in which you are the main character. All humans live in a fantasy in which they are the main character. But the world doesn’t recognize you as the main character at all. What nonsense. Everyone lives their entire life tormented by this confusion. There’s only one way out of this hell. To place yourself in a position that is neither the main character nor a supporting role. In other words, the Author.

Kino no Tabi (via metaconscious)

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