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they are the same person.

• Waistcoats.

Date: 1840's

Medium: Silk and velvet

i have no idea of how to use tumblr and that' the truth i know only how to hoard posts made by others

In honor of Marat's birthday I found a complete (?) collection of L'Ami du Peuple ! Happy reading frev pals and happiest of birthdays to Jean-Paul, wherever he may be. In memory of our forever favorite sewer-dwelling doctor, scientist, and revolutionary friend of the people.

You with your precious eyes —

The gods differ from mortals here not because they are above the law but because they possess the insight to avoid breaking it. This marks the difference between gods and mortals perhaps more deeply than death itself: the gods never find themselves in the position of Oedipus, suddenly and unimaginably guilty. They are able to avoid actions whose consequences they cannot control; mortals risk such consequences in their every action. And perhaps it is even a kindness that transgression and death go hand in hand, that those who cannot die need not sin: for one who has broken the law which even the gods fear, the best thing is to die quickly.

-incest, cannibalism, and the rise of the house of atreus, michael kinnucan

So the ubiquitous counsel of the chorus concerning the hero—look what fortune has done here, she used to be on top of the world, don’t count on happiness, don’t believe anyone happy until he is dead—says more than it seems to. In the last analysis, what can one say of mere mortals? A human is just too partial, too speckled and subject and already-half-gone, for anything to be really true or false of him. Is he happy, is she sad? Maybe, a bit, for a time, but really—who can say, who can even care? That’s how it is for humans, unless and until they are tragic. The tragic hero is complete. You can call him unhappy (miserable, utterly broken) even before he is dead. For an instant he is something like divine. And then he dies, because there’s nothing left to do. The center of every tragedy is the image of a human being who has already died but keeps talking, someone whose face is a mask. Antigone says this explicitly—she is already dead; Oedipus acts it out in gouging out his eyes.

-the gods show up, michael kinnucan

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French tarot cards (1475-1500) said to belong to Charles VI.

Pen drawing on paper: black ink on gold with egg tempera paint.

Bibliothèque nationale de France, département Estampes et photographie.

BREAKING NEWS

I just learned about a bird species called Golden Plover. Their chicks have an amazing camouflage: their baby fluff resembles MOSS!

LOOK AT THEM! JUST LOOK AT THEM!

...Oh to be a tiny golden plover lying in the moss safe and sound waiting for your mom to bring you some worms...

the earth and the milky way and moon, władysław teodor benda, 1918

I have loads of things I hyperfixate on and they vary and change over time, so an older one I had was the American transcendentalist movement that occurred in massachusetts and to be Frank with you although I was deeply interested in the ideas and philosophy of the movement in which is essentially about humans being inherently good and being at risk of corruption by society and institutions and the idea of embracing idealism and focusing on nature and being against materialism. I was more captivated by the key individuals of that movement namely Ralph Waldo Emerson, Thoreau, Hawthorne, Dickinson, and Alcott and their lifestyles I think that is something I enjoy to casually think about; the little things, like people avoiding hawthorns because he talked too much, or thoreau and Emerson getting into a heated argument but still remains best friends, or Emily dickinskin keeping up with the things written by thoreau or Emerson, or nathaniel hawthorns and his wife roaming in their garden which they called Eden, or Louise alcott having a crush on Emerson and getting flustered around him, rainy days in thoreau's cabin and imagine having a conversation with him about what he has learnt while living there, hawthorne telling Emerson that thoreau said he would teach him how to sail a boat on walden pond.

I don't know I just wanted to say that.