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The mind can make substance, and people planets of its own with beings brighter than have been, and give a breath to forms which can outlive all flesh."
Byron, Lord O
The mind can make substance, and people planets of its own with beings brighter than have been, and give a breath to forms which can outlive all flesh."
Byron, Lord O
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I'll be back Redd..love what you did !!! Now .go and relax Please... One hour of sleep no good Redd... I am going to get you! go go go! i will be back..go and rest..! that's great Redd...that's enough ok.. love you*.I'll .be back. No one comes until much much later don't worry {{hugs}}
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need change this one and add words later..and music too...........i'll be back..
"The whole fauna of human fantasies, their marine vegetation, drifts and luxuriates in the dimly lit zones of human activity, as though plaiting thick tresses of darkness. Here, too, appear the lighthouses of the mind, with their outward resemblance to less pure symbols. The gateway to mystery swings open at the touch of human weakness and we have entered the realms of darkness. One false step, one slurred syllable together reveal a man's thoughts."
Aragon, Louis on fantasy
He who has seen present things has seen all, both everything which has taken place from all eternity and everything which will be for time without end; for all things are of one kin and of one form. ~Marcus Aurelius
If you chase two rabbits, you will not catch either one. ~Russian Proverb
The observer, when he seems to himself to be observing a stone, is really, if physics is to be believed, observing the effects of the stone upon himself. ~Bertrand Russell
Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet. ~Roger Miller
"The whole fauna of human fantasies, their marine vegetation, drifts and luxuriates in the dimly lit zones of human activity, as though plaiting thick tresses of darkness. Here, too, appear the lighthouses of the mind, with their outward resemblance to less pure symbols. The gateway to mystery swings open at the touch of human weakness and we have entered the realms of darkness. One false step, one slurred syllable together reveal a man's thoughts."
Aragon, Louis on fantasy
He who has seen present things has seen all, both everything which has taken place from all eternity and everything which will be for time without end; for all things are of one kin and of one form. ~Marcus Aurelius
If you chase two rabbits, you will not catch either one. ~Russian Proverb
The observer, when he seems to himself to be observing a stone, is really, if physics is to be believed, observing the effects of the stone upon himself. ~Bertrand Russell
Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet. ~Roger Miller
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Dropping by and hope everyone had a good day. 
And saying good night and hope everyone has a good night.
And saying good night and hope everyone has a good night.
JJ !! So glad you came..gosh I had a busy day...I hope you sleep well sweetheart..and have sweet dreams too..and wake refreshed and rested....thank you for coming JJ...{{{{{hugs}}}} to you! love Pri
If all the beasts were gone, men would die from a great loneliness of spirit, for whatever happens to the beasts also happens to the man. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the sons of the Earth. ~Chief Seattle of the Suquamish Tribe, letter to President Franklin Pierce
It is a perversely human perception that animals in their native habitat are running wild. ~Robert Brault,
Be it human or animal, touch is a life-giving thing. Has anyone ever had a stroke or a heart attack while cozied up with a pet? I doubt it. ~Robert Brault,
I have been studying the traits and dispositions of the "lower animals" (so called) and contrasting them with the traits and dispositions of man. I find the result humiliating to me. ~Mark Twain, Letters from the Earth, 1907
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Priorities, Morri, & Reddhott - Those are some spectacular pictures, poems, quotes, and videos. Thank you!
The hermit doesn't sleep at night, in love with the blue of the vacant moon. The cool of the breeze that rustles the trees rustles him too.
~Ching-An
To see God only, I go out of sight:
And to scape stormy days, I choose
An everlasting night.
~John Donne
The hermit doesn't sleep at night, in love with the blue of the vacant moon. The cool of the breeze that rustles the trees rustles him too.
~Ching-An
To see God only, I go out of sight:
And to scape stormy days, I choose
An everlasting night.
~John Donne
thank you Michael !
i soo loved your post! what a beautiful picture and quotes!!!
goodnight jj sleep well my friend!
i soo loved your post! what a beautiful picture and quotes!!!
goodnight jj sleep well my friend!
Michael Hi and Welcome..and oh how nice of you to post those for us all..thank you * I love them. I am so sorry I was away from the thread for a while and missed you. I love the pic of the moon and ocean too..That was very sweet and I hope you find your way back again. We are so happy to have you Michael. I am so glad you are enjoying the thread...* IF you come back, d o you have trouble sleeping..? I will be checking back in fact I am usually here. I will be around ..Hope to see you again. *
Thank you Redd* RL and the phone..* so sorry * I could not get off..*thank you Redd*...and I am so glad Michael came and enjoyed it ...I hope he comes back....*
Oh pri and Redd and to all the other's that have added here, there is so much beautiful sites and sound's here. I just love to come here and search through all of this and it's really nice to hear the sounds while gazing and reading the amazing wonderful beauty. Thank you so very much for all of this, I've just barely started to go through all of this and I'm taking my time to do it at the certain times when I can relax and get the most out of this. Thanks also for what you both have done for me and hope this will always be here
SD..! So great to see you! Oh and I am so happy you are enjoying it SD...Redd will be too...I know that..and we are so thrilled you learned! I see you using the pics all over..an it makes me smile ! You are so welcome and I am so glad you like it and are enjoying it SD....*
Billy Hello and welcome! I am so glad you came ..And so glad you did say hello..welcome to you..and I am so sorry you have trouble unwnding with those work hours and trying to rest..Billy * That's what the thread is here for..and thank you for sharing the pic with us..ha..love that one! That is funny...!
soooo sweet of you dave!!!!
love having you here my friend!
hi Billy welcome to a little piece of heaven!!!!
love having you here my friend!
hi Billy welcome to a little piece of heaven!!!!
Thx all. You folks around here are pretty deep and nice, some cool stuff ive subscribed. Ill b back
and nice, some cool stuff ive subscribed. Ill b back
Thank you Billy I hope you do...you are more than welcome to come anytime...anytime at all....so glad you did...Take good care..see you soon....* PS you subscribed..thank you ! Now you can always come ....and if there is anything special you would like or anyone new let us know!
Thx all. You folks around here are pretty deep
Song at Sunset. by Walt Whitman
SPLENDOR of ended day, floating and filling me!
Hour prophetic—hour resuming the past!
Inflating my throat—you, divine average!
You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing.
Open mouth of my Soul, uttering gladness,
Eyes of my Soul, seeing perfection,
Natural life of me, faithfully praising things;
Corroborating forever the triumph of things.
Illustrious every one!
Illustrious what we name space—sphere of unnumber’d spirits;
Illustrious the mystery of motion, in all beings, even the tiniest insect;
Illustrious the attribute of speech—the senses—the body;
Illustrious the passing light! Illustrious the pale reflection on the new moon in the
western
sky!
Illustrious whatever I see, or hear, or touch, to the last.
Good in all,
In the satisfaction and aplomb of animals,
In the annual return of the seasons,
In the hilarity of youth,
In the strength and flush of manhood,
In the grandeur and exquisiteness of old age,
In the superb vistas of Death.
Wonderful to depart;
Wonderful to be here!
The heart, to jet the all-alike and innocent blood!
To breathe the air, how delicious!
To speak! to walk! to seize something by the hand!
To prepare for sleep, for bed—to look on my rose-color’d flesh;
To be conscious of my body, so satisfied, so large;
To be this incredible God I am;
To have gone forth among other Gods—these men and women I love.
Wonderful how I celebrate you and myself!
How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around!
How the clouds pass silently overhead!
How the earth darts on and on! and how the sun, moon, stars, dart on and on!
How the water sports and sings! (Surely it is alive!)
How the trees rise and stand up—with strong trunks—with branches and leaves!
(Surely there is something more in each of the tree—some living Soul.)
O amazement of things! even the least particle!
O spirituality of things!
O strain musical, flowing through ages and continents—now reaching me and America!
I take your strong chords—I intersperse them, and cheerfully pass them forward.
I too carol the sun, usher’d, or at noon, or, as now, setting,
I too throb to the brain and beauty of the earth, and of all the growths of the earth,
I too have felt the resistless call of myself.
As I sail’d down the Mississippi,
As I wander’d over the prairies,
As I have lived—As I have look’d through my windows, my eyes,
As I went forth in the morning—As I beheld the light breaking in the east;
As I bathed on the beach of the Eastern Sea, and again on the beach of the Western Sea;
As I roam’d the streets of inland Chicago—whatever streets I have roam’d;
Or cities, or silent woods, or peace, or even amid the sights of war;
Wherever I have been, I have charged myself with contentment and triumph.
I sing the Equalities, modern or old,
I sing the endless finales of things;
I say Nature continues—Glory continues;
I praise with electric voice;
For I do not see one imperfection in the universe;
And I do not see one cause or result lamentable at last in the universe.
O setting sun! though the time has come,
I still warble under you, if none else does, unmitigated adoration.
SPLENDOR of ended day, floating and filling me!
Hour prophetic—hour resuming the past!
Inflating my throat—you, divine average!
You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing.
Open mouth of my Soul, uttering gladness,
Eyes of my Soul, seeing perfection,
Natural life of me, faithfully praising things;
Corroborating forever the triumph of things.
Illustrious every one!
Illustrious what we name space—sphere of unnumber’d spirits;
Illustrious the mystery of motion, in all beings, even the tiniest insect;
Illustrious the attribute of speech—the senses—the body;
Illustrious the passing light! Illustrious the pale reflection on the new moon in the
western
sky!
Illustrious whatever I see, or hear, or touch, to the last.
Good in all,
In the satisfaction and aplomb of animals,
In the annual return of the seasons,
In the hilarity of youth,
In the strength and flush of manhood,
In the grandeur and exquisiteness of old age,
In the superb vistas of Death.
Wonderful to depart;
Wonderful to be here!
The heart, to jet the all-alike and innocent blood!
To breathe the air, how delicious!
To speak! to walk! to seize something by the hand!
To prepare for sleep, for bed—to look on my rose-color’d flesh;
To be conscious of my body, so satisfied, so large;
To be this incredible God I am;
To have gone forth among other Gods—these men and women I love.
Wonderful how I celebrate you and myself!
How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around!
How the clouds pass silently overhead!
How the earth darts on and on! and how the sun, moon, stars, dart on and on!
How the water sports and sings! (Surely it is alive!)
How the trees rise and stand up—with strong trunks—with branches and leaves!
(Surely there is something more in each of the tree—some living Soul.)
O amazement of things! even the least particle!
O spirituality of things!
O strain musical, flowing through ages and continents—now reaching me and America!
I take your strong chords—I intersperse them, and cheerfully pass them forward.
I too carol the sun, usher’d, or at noon, or, as now, setting,
I too throb to the brain and beauty of the earth, and of all the growths of the earth,
I too have felt the resistless call of myself.
As I sail’d down the Mississippi,
As I wander’d over the prairies,
As I have lived—As I have look’d through my windows, my eyes,
As I went forth in the morning—As I beheld the light breaking in the east;
As I bathed on the beach of the Eastern Sea, and again on the beach of the Western Sea;
As I roam’d the streets of inland Chicago—whatever streets I have roam’d;
Or cities, or silent woods, or peace, or even amid the sights of war;
Wherever I have been, I have charged myself with contentment and triumph.
I sing the Equalities, modern or old,
I sing the endless finales of things;
I say Nature continues—Glory continues;
I praise with electric voice;
For I do not see one imperfection in the universe;
And I do not see one cause or result lamentable at last in the universe.
O setting sun! though the time has come,
I still warble under you, if none else does, unmitigated adoration.
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