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If the destination is forevermore, then the journey there requires a worldview where enjoyment is only one of many heavenly experiences. The hellish ones of course get worse & worse.
If the destination is forevermore, then the journey there requires a worldview where enjoyment is only one of many heavenly experiences. The hellish ones of course get worse & worse.
more to be here posted soon – Desert Adventure as a Slide Show
Eastern Sierra in the far distance. Back in 2007, M & I hiked all day in the scorching heat trying to reach Papoose Flat, where those little sharp peaks are in the distance (left of center). Had to turn around because the sun was beginning to set. Made it back to the car just in time before our water ran out.
Korea Aerospace Research Institute of South Korea is exploring the moon with Danuri.
This Pathfinder Lunar Orbiter is tasked with surveying lunar resources such as water ice, uranium, helium-3, silicon, and aluminium, and will produce a topographic map to help select future lunar landing sites.
Mission is scheduled to be launched today, 4 August 2022, on a Falcon 9 launch vehicle.
rocketlaunch.live <- look for video from 2022
THAT for six thousand years
—and no one knows how many millions of ages before
—the great whales should have been spouting all over the sea, and sprinkling and mistifying the gardens of the deep, as with so many sprinkling or mistifying pots; and that for some centuries back, thousands of hunters should have been close by the fountain of the whale, watching these sprinklings and spoutings
—that all this should be, and yet, that down to this blessed minute (fifteen and a quarter minutes past one o’clock P.M. of this sixteenth day of December, A.D. 1851), it should still remain a problem, whether these spoutings are, after all, really water, or nothing but vapour
—this is surely a noteworthy thing.
–Moby Dick; or, The Whale (Chap. 85: The Fountain) by Herman Melville
Conscience is a spiritual agent enforcing the essence of Logos-Soul.
The Thinker presides over affairs in the home of consciousness.
The Word – A Philosophy (1958) by Edna Sarah Beardsley
The sky had changed from clear, sunny cold, to driving sleet and mist.
Wrapping myself in my shaggy jacket of the cloth called bearskin, I fought my way against the stubborn storm.
Entering, I found a small scattered congregation of sailors, and sailors’ wives and widows.
A muffled silence reigned, only broken at times by the shrieks of the storm.
Each silent worshipper seemed purposely sitting apart from the other, as if each silent grief were insular and incommunicable.
The chaplain had not yet arrived; and there these silent islands of men and women sat steadfastly eyeing several marble tablets, with black borders, masoned into the wall on either side the pulpit.
Chapter 3 – The Chapel, Moby Dick by Herman Melville