Individual personality is shaped by the nature of relationships with others, beginning at birth, throughout life, but also those relationships that are remembered from times past, imagined during waking hours, fantasied in dreams at night, and even fabricated in hallucinations.
Harry Sullivan
You will see change taking place no matter where you look.
Think of it as a mind expanding message from the stars, maybe not the work of human beings.
Note: On the X platform you can change the playback speed from one quarter to twice as fast.
Attend to your breathing – whether thru mouth or nose doesn’t matter. Force inhale, do not force exhale; relax, repeat.
Inhale can be deep or shallow, fast or slow, your choice. Deep & slow is spiritual. Fast & shallow is animalistic.
How long can you keep this up before losing focus?
Expand the Mandelbrot fractal to three dimensions for a virtual world with limitless detail in which you can fly through.
No, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream.
Martin Luther King, Jr (1963)
The smell of coffee in the morning is great incentive to wake up for the day. Drinking a cup o’ joe which has such pleasant flavor makes life worth living. And coffee gets one moving, and you know: moving is good for you.
On the second day of her hunting, as she was returning from the chase, and was arrived within a little distance from Mr Western’s house, her horse, whose mettlesome spirit required a better rider, fell suddenly to prancing & capering in such a manner that she was in the most imminent peril of falling.
Tom Jones, who was at a little distance behind, saw this, and immediately galloped up to her assistance.
As soon as he came up, he leapt from his own horse, and caught hold of hers by the bridle.
The unruly beast presently reared himself an end on his hind legs, and threw his lovely burthen from his back, and Jones caught her in his arms.
The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding (1749)
Thomas Dolby – She Blinded Me With Science (YouTube )
A pretty name as one would wish to read, must perch harmonious on my tuneful quill.
There’s music in the sighing of a reed; there’s music in the gushing of a rill; there’s music in all things, if men had ears: their Earth is but an echo of the spheres.
Don Juan by Lord Byron
