ONE

   

a precious pebble ♥

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Compilation of the Heart - it's time to sing along, sometimes

~ The greatest test of courage on earth is 
  
to bear defeat without losing heart. ~

Robert Green Ingersoll

to not count the tears,

they are the price, not the value.

Prices are expected to be payed by someone, that is to pass on distortion.

to learn and not to learn,

every Gaussian distribution has outer areas.

If the experienced diminishes the expectations for the unexperienced, it will attract those.

(Uncovered today... thought it was a picture of the sunset at the lake down the lane.)

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"We'll run till we drop"

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A whisper embraced by the Breeze

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When I told you it reminded me of this

It's poetry:

The Rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night

And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line

Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge

Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain

The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants

Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane

Well the Maximum Lawmen run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl

And the kids out there live just like shadows always quiet, holding hands

From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world

As we take our stand down in Jungleland

Well the midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night

They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light

Man there's an opera out on the Turnpike

There's a ballet being fought out in the alley

Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night

The street's alive as secret debts are paid

Contacts made, they vanish unseen

Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine

The hungry and the hunted explode into rock 'n' roll bands

That face off against each other out in the street down in Jungleland

In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage

Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the DJ plays

Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners

Desperate as the night moves on

Just one look and a whisper, and they're gone

Beneath the city two Hearts Beat

Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked

In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown

The Rat's own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the night

No one watches when the ambulance pulls away

Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light

Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz

Between what's flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here

Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be

And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment

And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead

Tonight in Jungleland

Jungleland – Bruce Springsteen

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Always keep Ithaca in your Mind II

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Post archive: Always keep Ithaca in your Mind; Schlamm ist die Agonie des Wassers.

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Compilation of the Heart - Entwined

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What is

What is human?  

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Bookmark: what cold light brutally disfigures

Es gibt den Weg in die vom kalten Neonlicht bestrahlten Regionen der scheinbar vollkommenen Bewußtheit und Vernünftigkeit. Es gibt aber für den, der diese Regionen durchschritten hat, wieder Land, wieder Wärme, wieder Unschuld und Liebe. Nicht durch Flucht, sondern durch Transzendieren der kalten Regionen wird das erreicht, kann wieder verlohren gehen und kann wieder erreicht werden.

Hermann Hesse, Unveröffentliche Briefe

Google Translation, slightly modified:

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Waking up with Elvis

Apparently, my subconsciousness listens to music in my brain while I'm asleep. It's rare, but sometimes I wake up with songs in my head I did't even know I knew them.

Can't help falling in Love - Elvis

Wise men say only fools rush in
but I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay
would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
some things are meant to be
take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
some things are meant to be
take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can't help falling in love with you
for I can't help falling in love with you

And it's true, Can't help it. It happened. It happens. And that's just the way it is.

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Compilation of the Heart - Cravings

choose them wisely

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With every Bead in my Heart, my Brain loses a Marble.

oder: Pendeltrauma

We should not pretend to understand the world only by the intellect; we apprehend it just as much by feeling. Therefore, the judgment of the intellect is, at best, only the half of truth, and must, if it be honest, also come to an understanding of its inadequacy.

C.G. Jung

It is true, we love life; not because we are used to life, but because we are used to loving.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

Friederich Wilhelm Nietzsche, Thus spake Zarathustra Part 1 (7)

And truly, if life had no sense, and I had to choose nonsense, this would be the most desirable nonsense for me also.

Friederich Wilhelm Nietzsche, Thus spake Zarathustra Part 1 (2)

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Space Night

Das Leben wohnt in jedem Sterne:
Er wandelt mit den andern gerne
Die selbsterwählte, reine Bahn,
Im innern Erdenball pulsieren
Die Kräfte, die zur Nacht uns führen
Und wieder zu dem Tag heran.
    
 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Zahme Xenien VI 

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There dwells a life in every star:

With brother spheres it rolls afar

Its self-elected, radiant way.

Still throb within the great earth-ball

The forces which conduct us all

From day to night, from night to day.
   
 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Thame Xenien VI 

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Compilation of the Heart - Remnants of last Season

Il mondo che vorrei – Vasco Rossi

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One Mississippi, two Mississippi...

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Verletzlichkeit

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Precious Parenthesis in Eternity

And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart

High up in the sky the little stars climb

Always reminding me that were apart

You wander down the lane and far away

Leaving me a song that will not die

Love is now the stardust of yesterday

The music of the years gone by

Sometimes I wonder why I spend

The lonely nights

Dreaming of a song.

The melody haunts my reverie

And I am once again with you.

When our love was new, and each kiss an inspiration.

But that was long ago, and now my consolation

Is in the stardust of a song.

Beside the garden wall, when stars are bright

You are in my arms

The nightingale tells his fairy tale

Of paradise where roses grew.

Though I dream in vain, in my heart you will remain

My stardust melody

The memory of loves refrain.

 
Stardust – Etta Jones

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Compilation of the Heart - Bad HeA(i)Rt Day?

I've never noticed this heart before though it's on my favorite deco tortoise.

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Prologue: "No Stranger to me is this Wanderer"

DE (pdf); EN (pdf)

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Compilation of the Heart - Keep the Heart above Sea Level

Both can make you feel light,

both can make you drown.

   

Troppo amor ti uccide ma nessuno amore no
ma la forza che tu hai dentro che ti fa gridar ancor
di dolore impazzirai sei la vittima e lo sai
Troppo amor ti uccide la tua vita è una bugia.

Too much love will kill you - every time.

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How high the Moon?

But we can always attach a wish to them.

Between 363 km to 406 km. Increasing.

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Compilation of the Heart - One day I'll fly away

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Stuck in Time that Stopped

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When you reach the part where the Heartaches come, the Hero would be...?

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❚❚❚'❚ ❚❚ ❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚.

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Compilation of the Heart - Adrianes Thread through the Universe

(Resembles stained cell tissue)

We are stardust

Billion year old carbon

We are golden

Caught in the devil's bargain

And we've got to get ourselves

Back to the garden

Woodstock – Joni Mitchell

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It takes Patience to see the Pattern emerge...

My visual processing might be impaired, though.

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Bipedalism is the answer.

Bipedalism, one leg stays on the ground (the supporting leg), the free leg moves. We all do it, every day, step by step.

In German the free leg literally translated is called the play-leg, Spielbein; the supporting leg is the stand-leg, Standbein.

Spielbein, Standbein, Spielbein, Standbein...

Gotta keep them moving. It's a balancing act.

Adagio sostenuto

I cannot find an end to hold onto within me that would let me know that pointless infinity isn't all there is

“There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul;

we search for its outlines all our lives.”

Josephine Hart

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The Empire State of Mind

or: I'm sorry, no florist works here.

Form follows function: A very brief introduction to the basic principle under the consideration of aspects in general biology and practical appliances.

(And that was not even my biggest problem today.)

As a metaphor for love often the image of a flower is used, with the red rose on its flag ship. Love that nourishes growth, flourishes, may last when it is taken care of well. That would be the same kind of love that also thirsts, withers, fades, or can catch mildew. A love you can cut the head off and its beauty passes by the heartbeat.

What's the matter with Calamity anyway?

"I have always believed, and I still believe,

that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way

we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.”

 Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha 


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Just patiently keep walking... to make it on home again.

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