not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

existence, part iv



it is morning, (it is always morning except when it is not) the fog is heavy and we break out of the crust of shore, fracture ourselves from the particle of being and become.  outward we go unknowingly, knowing in our core only the pull of particle being through the long (if we are lucky) reverberating string that extends itself through our lifetime.  one day we will find the island and climb aboard, once again, that which is our home.

9 comments:

  1. While not entirely sure of the translation, the text is beautiful, like this morning fog.

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  2. I've been drifting so close, I'm ready to alight on that bit of solid ground...gorgeous shots ...

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  3. Yes! Somehow, the topic is viral!

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  4. simultaneously fragmented and connected.

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  5. The second image is intensely Zen. I love it!

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  6. these pics given me a strange sensation, as the time has been stopped around me... is a strange feeling, stunning and deep

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  7. isn't it a wonder how the fog singles things out and insists on their value, as if saying, look, look at this, you must see!

    ... as if these images are just now rising into being, or just now falling back into non-being ...

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  8. This brings tears to my eyes, i don't know why exactly. Beautiful....

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