“I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.”
― Clarice Lispector
“I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.”
― Clarice Lispector
“I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.”
― Clarice Lispector
Never heard of this man, but he was a Finnish composer of electronic music. I went to an exhibition yesterday with his music.
Very Ni to say the least
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
I found out that my sei grandpa on my mom's side passed away yesterday. I'm feeling really sad.
I don't know why, but I wanted to post about it with a song.
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
thanks to my girls, this has been stuck in my head for days... and I actually like it
Man grows used to everything, the scoundrel!
-Raskolnikov
I went to this concert yesterday. Mass in b minor. Because of Corona there was no choir, but the soloists sang the choir parts together.
Last edited by Tallmo; 11-03-2020 at 03:56 AM.
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
utter decimation and that Borderlands/post-apocalpytic vibe...
and not being over the loss of your everything/everyone, yet,
so you're sorta emotionally dissonant, and it doesn't seem wise
yet to let your guard down and grieve yet.
The big systems are functioning, still--warm sunshine falling on
the green vegetation and on your arm's skin...and birdsong...and
a job of some sort...and a news service...but..the parts of life that were
your close clans...that camaraderie of buddies and that sense of family
and band of colleagues and that understanding even of who you are in
your own ego...and with your history...all gone. The lover you were delighted in?
Effectively gone and maybe never coming back.
Socionics is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have, but I have it.
Socionics is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have, but I have it.
Valentin Silvestrov: The Lord's Prayer
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
The second most recorded song in human history:
Madetoja: Symphonic poem (1913)
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
(NiFe alert!)
This song is very beautiful. After the long flute intro the choir enters with the beautiful simple folk song.
Translation of the lyrics:
Water under snow is weary. Under ice it stretches sleeping. Winds are blowing, no rest for them. Thousand-footed flakes are dancing. And the blizzard boy is whirling. Winds are blowing, no rest for them. But it is silent where the grass lies, Withered grass whose stalks are deathly, Under snowdrifts oblivious. There is time now for slumbering.
Last edited by Tallmo; 10-30-2020 at 03:16 PM.
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)