Tropical dusk
Dodge & Fargo
All the crooked fences ....
Keeping a low profile
ThermoFisher SCIENTIFIC
Sacred feet
Watching the boat....
^ ^
Saguran / Brown Frond carpets $30 a piece
DUNGAREES / Jesns
A shot in the dark.....
^ ^
Pu'uhonua National Park ~ Reconstructed Hale o Kea…
Lock
Fall morning
Living dangerously
Rainy day
There was an old door....
Flowers ... they don't move
Into the sunset
^ ^
No 'U' turn
A perfect day....
Reconstructed Hale o Keawe ~ Pu'uhonua National…
South Point, Hawaii
Foyar
Down to earth
Worship on the beach
Immensity and insignificant / Immensité et insign…
Personal belongings
Board walk
Sitting on the Fence
Time
.....a suggestion....
Land Area -- Container Metaphors
Buick
Fence Collection, Album ~ page 1
Painted Electric box and beyond
Nietzsche
The Green world
Wall
Keywords
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The man who has glimpsed, at the start of his career, certain mortal truths, reaches the point of no longer being able to live with them. If he remains loyal to them he is lost. To unlearn them, to renounce them -- sole method of making up with life, of leaving the path of Knowledge, of the Intolerable. In pursuit of the lie, any lie which promotes action, he idolizes it and from it seeks his salvation. Any obsession seduces him, provided it smothers the demon of his curiosity and immobilizes his mind. Hence he envies all those who, by means of prayer or any other freak, have arrested the course of their thoughts, abdicated the responsibilities of the intellect and encountered, within a temple or a madhouse, the happiness of being ‘through’. What would he not give to be able to exult, like them, in the shadow of an error, in the shelter of a stupidity! He will try anything “To elude my ruin, I shall play the game, I shall persevere out of stubbornness, out of whim, out of insolence. To breathe is an aberration which fascinates me. Air avoids me, the ground trembles under my feet. I have summoned every word and ordered them to dispose themselves into a prayer; and words have remained inert and mute. That is why I cry out, and continue to cry out: “Anything, except my truths!” ~ Page 195
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