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To deliver oneself up, hand oneself over, entrust oneself completely to the silence of a wide landscape of woods and hill, or sea, or desert: to sit still while the sun comes up over the land and fills its silences with light. To pray and work in the morning and to labor in meditation in the evening when night falls upon that land and when the silence fills itself with darkness and with stars. This is a true and special vocation. There are few who are willing to belong completely to such silence, to let it soak into their bones, to breathe nothing but silence, to feed on silence, and to turn the very substance of their life into a living and vigilant silence.
Thomas Merton is 97 today. (January 31, 1915 – December 10, 1968) was a 20th century Anglo-American Catholic writer. A Trappist monk of the Abbey of Gethsemani, Kentucky, he was a poet, social activist and student of comparative religion. In 1949, he was ordained to the priesthood and given the name Father Louis. (via parabola-magazine)(via crashinglybeautiful)
Asafo Company Flag (Frankaa). Fante, Ghana, early-mid C20th (via Brooklyn Museum: Arts of Africa)
Hiro Ichikawa（Japanese, b.1959）
Range 2003
Oil on wood panel
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Rose Wong | rosewong -Holding Closely. Graphite on paper and photoshop
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Mr. sponge completely scatters His Lordship.
John Leech, frontispiece from Mr. Sponge’s sporting tour, by Robert S. Surtees, London, date of the preface to the original edition: 1852.
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Creepy Victorian sisters.
As I was going to St. Ives…
Arthur Rackham, from The old nursery rhymes, New York, 1913.
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