inapropos /n/: INTJ; an amalgamation of Chinese culture, art, scientific skepticism, poetry, general wonder, and a thousand beautiful things.

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snowce:

Valerius De Saedeleer, Winter landscape, 1931

In all the Library, there are no two identical books. From those incontrovertible premises, the librarian deduced that the Library is ‘total’ — perfect, complete, and whole — and that its bookshelves contain all possible combinations of the twenty-two orthographic symbols (a number which, though unimaginably vast, is not infinite) — that is, all that is able to be expressed, in every language. All — the detailed history of the future, the autobiographies of the archangels, the faithful catalog of the Library, thousands and thousands of false catalogs, the proof of the falsity of those false catalogs, a proof of the falsity of the true catalog, the gnostic gospel of Basilides, the commentary upon that gospel, the commentary on the commentary on that gospel, the true story of your death, the translation of every book into every language, the interpolations of every book into all books, the treatise Bede could have written (but did not) on the mythology of the Saxon people, the lost books of Tacitus.

From “The Library of Babel” by Jorge Luis Borges, translation by Andrew Hurley

theartofchina:

© Feng Hai | 冯海 (b.1971), New garden fantasies

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aseaofquotes:

Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago

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mingsonjia:

明鏡亦非台 - 左峰奇

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imagesaotome-michi replied to your post: Back when I was in high school, I followed this…

Oh wow, I read the same blog as well! Thank you for informing me of the update, I’m so glad to know she’s all right. And I agree with everything else. It pains me to hear people say that the US is the best country in the world…

Wow, I knew she had a large readership, but that’s still such a cool coincidence. I hadn’t met someone before who had also read her blog! America’s image was severely tarnished after that, both internationally and domestically. I could actually see it sliding downhill, especially when the recession hit and the country clearly wasn’t even reaping any economic benefits from the war. Now, for example, when Australia announced the discovery of large oil fields, the thread on Reddit was filled with people joking about how America might want to “liberate” Australia too. I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t have happened 10 years ago.

Back when I was in high school, I followed this blog called Baghdad Burning, run by a young Iraqi woman (pseudonym Riverbend) who posted about the shitshow that was the Iraq War and the ruin and pain it was causing in ordinary people’s lives. She was eloquent, furious, and raw, and I admired her so much I wrote an essay about her for a contest.

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peonypavillion:

Jiangnan Gardens, Suzhou, China.

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I actually attack the concept of happiness. The idea that - I don’t mind people being happy - but the idea that everything we do is part of the pursuit of happiness seems to me a really dangerous idea and has led to a contemporary disease in Western society, which is fear of sadness. It’s a really odd thing that we’re now seeing people saying “write down 3 things that made you happy today before you go to sleep”, and “cheer up” and “happiness is our birthright” and so on. We’re kind of teaching our kids that happiness is the default position - it’s rubbish. Wholeness is what we ought to be striving for and part of that is sadness, disappointment, frustration, failure; all of those things which make us who we are. Happiness and victory and fulfillment are nice little things that also happen to us, but they don’t teach us much. Everyone says we grow through pain and then as soon as they experience pain they say “Quick! Move on! Cheer up!” I’d like just for a year to have a moratorium on the word “happiness” and to replace it with the word “wholeness”. Ask yourself “is this contributing to my wholeness?” and if you’re having a bad day, it is.

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sevnilock:

Album of Painting 《Flower · girl》
By 
My friend —— 呀呀(YaYa)
I love her painting~they are so beautiful!

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TVP: The River →

ecstasis:

This is my formula for the fall of things:
we come to a river we always knew we’d have to cross.
It ferries the twilight down through fieldworks

of corn and half-blown sunflowers.
The only sounds, one lost cicada calling to itself
and the piping of a bird that will never have a name.

Now tell me there is a pause
where we know there should be an end;
then tell me you too imagined it this way

with our shadows never quite touching the river
and the river never quite reaching the sea.

John Glenday

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