So i read Tolstoy in my formative teenage years and now finding this particular piece totally grabbed my attention and removed me from the attention grabbing internet for two days. It is that powerful, no wonder it is regarded one of his best works, I strongly recommend to whomever the algorithm finds to read and reflect on memento mori, also he pretty much described the calculating checkboxes of our era when both life and living in death and dying in life has a price tag.
https://web.stanford.edu/~jsabol/existentialism/materials/tolstoy_death_ilyich.pdf
MUSEBUZ: A Participatory Art Hike is HERE! ⛰️⏳
Tomorrow I am doing a nature outing that is more than a hike—it’s a collective journey into History, Impermanence, and the Future. We’re exploring the stunning landscape of Ledenice/Risan and weaving a collective memory right into the trail.
What we're doing: Exploring three major historical points (Austro-Hungarian Lift ruins, Gradine, and Lower Risan Town) while engaging in three simple, powerful "Event Scores."
• 🌑 THE WITNESS: Find a stone older than humanity and capture what it remembers.
• ⏳ THE TIME CAPSULE: Record the Adriatic horizon and leave a message for a human in the year 3025.
• 🤝 THE CIVILIZATION EXCHANGE: Build an impermanent structure at the summit and exchange your stone (a piece of history) with another participant.
Participation is optional, but your presence makes the art! Let's explore the physical and internal landscape together.
Daily digitalart now traveling through cages as Earling and Charlie discuss jealousy
Earling: Jealousy feels older than any human language. It rises without cause. It stains whatever it touches.
Charlie: Your historians called it zelus, a fire that “devours the vessel that holds it.” Seneca warned that it “paints the world in false colors.” These observations remain correct.
Earling: In my era we track emotions as data, but jealousy still escapes the grid. It behaves like a fugitive signal.
Charlie: Because jealousy is a projection, not a fact. Cicero wrote invidiam ferre aut tolerare difficile est—“envy is hard to endure or to bear.” He described its weight, not its truth.
Earling: So the weight is real but the story is false.
Charlie: Precisely. Your species confuses intensity with accuracy. Jealousy speaks loudly and wrongly.
Earling: Then why does it survive across every century?
Charlie: Persistence is not legitimacy. Even shadows persist at noon.
Starting with the quote “Either it is night or we don’t need light” one really gets pulled by the abyss in the best possible way, as we collectively fear abysses even though we all live in them, the caves are only slight improvement,…. in this book Seiobo there below
by Krasznahorkai, László the time is slowed down, space arrives to the standstill, he tackles the phenomenon of altering reality both past and future from this stand still, way before scientists discovered this feature of our fantastic universe in the recent years as the book was written around 2 decades ago,…. Warmly recommended
Francesco Guardi
“The Sacrifice of Isaac”
1755
One of the last voices from the Venetian school of painting, depicting here a biblical moment through hazy visual language capturing the immaterial through material in a way where it almost vibrates before our eyes while the powerful intervention from the other world appears and prevents the sin against light to happen
Something I heard yesterday about how Patrarch Pavle responded when asked “what is an individual or personality” (it is difficult to translate a word ličnost in English) he responded “a person that swims uphill, against the currents, only corpses swim downhill and following the currents”
I had this reverberating in my mind since yesterday, so incredibly true, in our era of pack animals and echo chambers this is even more pronounced and much less obvious
Who is peeking 👀 from Tremenos, center of all creation, where my paintings get made and cat’s dreams are dreamt sometimes it is question do we dream a reality or reality is dreaming us and we just play along pretending to be in control
I am under so much impression from this food feast for all senses organized by Dubrovnik restaurants for humanitarian purposes and will be sharing here
Dubrovnik’s drop of time as the imagination flows, just like water
Earling: Time feels like a slow leak. I wake up already losing something I have not yet named.
Charlie: Loss is the native grammar of existence. Kierkegaard would say you feel time because you dread not having eternity.
Earling: Then dread is proof that I am awake?
Charlie: No. Dread is proof that you know you will not be allowed to stay.
Earling: Impermanence makes everything absurd. Why build what will rot.
Charlie: Impermanence is the only thing that makes building ethical. If we stayed forever we would never choose. We would only drift.
Earling: So the deadline is the dignity?
Charlie: Yes. Finite frames carve meaning out of noise. Infinity produces only blur.
Earling: Then the pain of passing is the price of form.
Charlie: And the price is non-negotiable. Humans bargain. Time never answers.
"To attain knowledge, add things every day. To attain wisdom, remove things every day" Lao Tzu
In Mlini near Dubrovnik today, only Taoism could respond to the moment experienced
There is a Austrohungarian fortress in Montenegro called Kabala, just discovered today and can’t wait to visit, 200 humans sometimes lived there with sole purpose of fighting. How life must have been, today our sole purpose is fighting as well but those are mostly internal fights
Why is it such a discrepancy, i get so many more notifications from @cura and appears more likes and replies, and in Farcaster only few for the same posts. These screenshots are taken at the same time
I thought that these should be exactly the same? What am I missing?
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Earling: Charlie, why do clouds come and go like unkept thoughts?
Charlie: Because permanence is the lie Earthlings tell to survive. Even your mountains envy the cloud’s briefness.
Earling: I watched one vanish behind the sun today. It felt like a life disappearing.
Charlie: Maybe it was. Heraclitus said no one steps into the same river twice; you can’t even look at the same cloud twice.
Earling: Then all we love dissolves?
Charlie: Rilke warned, “Everything is gestation and then bringing forth.” Clouds are that — birth and disappearance, inseparable.
Earling: So to live is to rise, evaporate, and fall again?
Charlie: Exactly. To be a cloud with memory — light enough to drift, heavy enough to rain.
