No Dux

Former Ex Pat Power Forward navigating all over the map.

The self, and all the difficulties and pain associated with it, vanished. I had always disappeared when I was reading — that was almost the whole point of reading for me, to be no one for a few hours. Now it happened while I was writing. To disappear in that way, to enter a state of selflessness, is something I believe every musician, painter, actor, director and writer knows. It lies at the very base of creation. Like no other medium, literature is able to break the boundaries erected by society. It speaks with a voice influenced by all the other voices of time and literature. The paradox is that fame, which emphasizes the individual, is so closely linked to selflessness, which is the obliteration of the individual — that the desire to be seen is so closely linked to the joy of self-concealment.

Jay-Z keeps invading my dreams.

fishstickmonkey:




Fragment of a Lion Head



Iran, Achaemenid priod (550-330 BC)
Sculpture
Buff burnished ceramic
Height: 4 in. (10 cm); Width: 4 3/4 in. (12.4 cm)
LACMA

fishstickmonkey:

Fragment of a Lion Head

Iran, Achaemenid priod (550-330 BC)

Sculpture
Buff burnished ceramic
Height: 4 in. (10 cm); Width: 4 3/4 in. (12.4 cm)

(via theancientworld)

Latin Phrases II

theancientworld:

Alterius non sit qui suus esse potest.

Let no man be another’s who can be his own.

Mor et melle et felle est fecundissimus.

Love is rich with both honey and venom.

Causa latet, vis est notissima.

The cause is hidden, but the result is well known.

Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt.

The fates lead the willing and drag the unwilling.

One night, while we slept, our childhood was taken from us. In the morning, we awoke as different versions of ourselves. We finally understood things as they really were. We’d become smarter, savvier, readier for the world … And on that morning, with all of our new knowledge and abilities, we began a lifelong journey to take our childhood back.

—(via nickmiller)

(via nickmiller)

In immediate contrast to the old feeling, there is indeed a certain passivity to the sensation, as if you were a leaf blown along by the wind, until you realize that you are both the leaf and the wind. The world outside your skin is just as much you as the world inside: they move together inseparably, and at first you feel a little out of control because the world outside is so much vaster than the world inside. Yet you soon discover that you are able to go ahead with ordinary activities—to work and make decisions as ever, though somehow this is less of a drag. Your body is no longer a corpse which the ego has to animate and lug around. There is a feeling of the ground holding you up, and of hills lifting you when you climb them. Air breathes itself in and out of your lungs, and instead of looking and listening, light and sound come to you on their own. Eyes see and ears hear as wind blows and water flows. All space becomes your mind. Time carries you along like a river, but never flows out of the present: the more it goes, the more it stays, and you no longer have to fight or kill it. […] Once you have seen this you can return to the world of practical affairs with a new spirit. You have seen that the universe is at root a magical illusion and a fabulous game, and that there is no separate “you” to get something out of it, as if life were a bank to be robbed. The only real “you” is the one that comes and goes, manifests and withdraws itself eternally in and as every conscious being. For “you” is the universe looking at itself from billions of points of view, points that come and go so that the vision is forever new. You do not ask what is the value, or what is the use, of this feeling. Of what use is the universe? Wha