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Procida, la Corricella prima dei ristoranti, dei lampioni e dei colorazzi.



A teacher in the Netflix show Ragnarök writes this word on a chalkboard and explains to his students that it's meaning is the place where fire and ice meet, thus inspired by this fantastic word I blew the dust off this baby and then went to read more.....

Readers Digest version: Ginnungagap is an abys where all life began and where all life will end, the big bang theory only written in old Norse mythology. I found the read to be fascinating in an article you can find entitled "Norse Mythology for smart people," but the original simplification and the MUCH more encompassing ones I've found still bring me to volcanoes.

Not only do they shape our landscapes in ways such as this but their eruptions enrich the soil by providing iron, magnesium, and potassium. The most obvious examples are Hawaii and the area surrounded by mount Vesuvius, so lush and soil enriched in places where A) there wouldn't be land, and B) regions with otherwise nutrient deficient soil. The giver and taker of life. In short, the whole story can be an exercise in existentialism with a fatalist twist.


Anyway, about the photo if anyone is still here.... :) again, just below Summerland on the Wonderland Trail, couldn't figure out why I didn't like this pic until I cropped the trees off of the left and right making it much more succinct in it's presentation, I hope that you find it palatable... :)

We should be more humbled by our successes than we are by our failures.


[I was hoping to take the JPEG SOOC and upload it, but only the ORF was avail to me on import, so I took the RAW from Digikam to darktable for B/W conversion, exposure, contrast, and levels (exclusively with color calibration, exposure, filmic, and color balance) and then to GIMP for clean up gentle retouching (removing some stray dog-hairs from the black drop-cloth.]


A little fun teaser photo of my Burrow Company Pixel Prom look while putting together outfits with LaLa! ♥

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Inspired by Camus' bleak existentialism and the absurdity of monotony....

Waiting for the train from Nowhere to Nowhere

whether or not it's there, it's there.


alleyway existentialism



The last of my moon shots with Monument...with a heavy title, lol.


cat "Pauli" prancing through the snow (not quite correctly walking on the line) - shot by my daughter Pia - comment by geoff quinn: Oh no! he's leaving home! His (or her) feelings hurt. Never to come back ... until dinner time. Lol! Pia is a great photographer!


The emancipation in existentialism means the flying in the vast blue

while in eastern mediterranean means the fleeing from barrel bombs where the sky is tight and red ..


A highly interesting novel by Mexican author Daniel Saldaña Paris about fate, family with a little bit of existentialism thrown in:


Photo from Prague.


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Dignity does not consist in possessing honors, but in the consciousness that we deserve them. - Aristotle


Every life deserves a certain amount of dignity, no matter how poor or damaged the shell that carries it. - Rick Bragg,

All Over But the Shoutin'


Dignity is as essential to human life as water, food, and oxygen. The stubborn retention of it, even in the face of extreme physical hardship, can hold a man's soul in his body long past the point at which the body should have surrendered it. -

Laura Hillenbrand, Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption


But today’s society is characterized by achievement orientation, and consequently it adores people who are successful and happy and, in particular, it adores the young. It virtually ignores the value of all those who are otherwise, and in so doing blurs the decisive difference between being valuable in the sense of dignity and being valuable in the sense of usefulness. If one is not


cognizant of this difference and holds that an individual’s value stems only from his present usefulness, then, believe me, one owes it only to personal inconsistency not to plead for euthanasia along the lines of Hitler’s program, that is to say, ‘mercy’ killing of all those who have lost their social usefulness, be it because of old age, incurable illness, mental deterioration, or whatever handicap they may suffer. Confounding the dignity of man with mere usefulness arises from conceptual confusion that in turn may be traced back to the contemporary nihilism transmitted on many an academic campus and many an analytical couch. -

Viktor E. Frankl,

Man's Search for Meaning


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In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.


-- Albert Camus, from The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays


Meyer-Optik Görlitz Trioplan 100mm f/2.8 II @ f/8


Film: Impossible Project B&W Instant 600

An animal's eyes have the power to speak a great language.

Martin Buber

Martin Buber was an Austrian Jewish and Israeli philosopher best known for his philosophy of dialogue, a form of existentialism centered on the distinction between the I–Thou relationship and the I–It relationship. Wikipedia

Born: 8 February 1878, Vienna, Austria

Died: 13 June 1965, Talbiya, Jerusalem

He was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature ten times, and Nobel Peace Prize seven times


visit - the ELBA series; photographer: Barbara Fritze; painting and collage in the background: Kranemann & Brindlart - Barbara Fritze - kunst-cluster or (new):



Extending beyond limits

Existence precedes essence

Transcendent existentialism

WAH Theme: Existentialism


Existential double crisis for me... "The Meaning of Life", Artist unknown.

And as a side note I ask:

If I make an image and do not post it, does it exist?


artful stairway in germany, the words on the stairs are describing the relationship between human beings: terror + love, prosecution + trust, despair + hope, revenge + kiss -- and so on... contribution to the contest 23 of the group 500x500


"SCALA" by the artist Horst Gläsker for the project "7 Stairways", Wuppertal, Germany.


comment by paula moya:

political art at its best! Beautiful & and meaningful in many ways. The figures holding hands in spite of their blackened faces seem to add another element of the human condition besides those written on the steps: solidarity; and the white light at the top of the steps reiterates one that is already on the steps: hope.


1 - HANDKUSS = kissing her hand...

2 - TANZEN = to dance ...

3 - ZUNEIGUNG = attachment / sympathy

4 - VERLIEBEN = to fall in love

5 - SCHMACHTEN = longing for, to pine for

6 - VERFÜHRUNG = temptation

7 - ZUSAMMENKOMMEN = coming together



Semana 82: La sombra de Peter Pan


Also in / También en "Balade en oxy and more" expo


Also in / También en "idea..." expo


Also in / También en "ombres" expo


3rd prize thematic contest / 3er premio concurso temático group "Get Inspired "


Winner Contest nº5 / Ganadora Concurso nº5. Grupo "Nikon Lovers"


One of winners of Contest nº21 / Una de los ganadoras del Concurso nº21. Grupo "EXISTentialism -- Emotions, People, Portraits"

Il garzone factotum della villa Sanfelice a San Giorgio , nel fondo si intravede la casa della marchesa.

Non ricordo che ci facessero quegli stracci sul carretto ricordo solo che la marchesa Sanfelice. zia di un mio caro amico, era una specie di virago e lo trattava insolentendolo per le sue incapacità, "vorrei essere omo !"

diceva continuamente pensando di menarlo.

Il poverino era un pò tonto e in fondo la marchesa gli voleva bene, era sola e passava le giornate contando le mosche che riusciva a schacciare con una racchetta.. io l' ho saputo quando sentendola contare le chiesi il motivo.

Un giorno mi annunciò orgogliosa "quarantacinque !"


Rolleiflex - scanner - photoshop

the monorail in Wuppertal, Germany, is called SCHWEBEBAHN, down on the street: a fleamarket - it seems like a long-lost scene from Metropolis (but in color) comment by Thiophene (Pennsylvania) +++ great way to escape the crowds! thanks for sharing, I haven't seen this before! comment by tigric (London) +++ like the happy teeth on the outside of the tram car [comment by B. Kleinhans (San Francisco)] +++ I alway pass the Wuppertal exit on the highway at German Autobahn-speed, usually heading for Italy. But now I see this I think I need to take that Ausfahrt (=Exit) some day. Great place! (comment by breeblebox)

“We are our choices.”

― Jean-Paul Sartre


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“The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.”

jean-Paul Charles Aymard Sartre was a French philosopher, playwright, novelist, screenwriter, political activist, biographer, and literary critic. He was one of the key figures in the philosophy of existentialism and phenomenology, and one of the leading figures in 20th-century French philosophy and Marxism

© Dan McCabe


Y naught!


We might ask existential questions all day. Such as, why does this ice have this texture? Or, why have i never seen ice like this before?


But this photo is not about existentialism (well, maybe it is a little). It is simply about where two blocks of ice meet above a pool of water, reflecting both of them.


The surface texture of this ice shows the typical scalloped textures that I saw over and over again while in Iceland. It must be fairly common, but I've never seen it before and find it so attractive.


This composition was realized on the Diamond Beach.

The unfilmable book becomes a movie! After having overcome hurdles and mischiefs, our hero has to find freedom and himself by feet, by car, bypass, bystand, bygones, using maps, using trains, using friends, coffee machines, trailers, Yellow Pages and an used toothpick which in the end of the movie hits the exact point on the map full of chaotic existentialism and untamed as the book itself. I had high hopes from the great trailer, but the movie is full of plot holes, not even the main actor can save it. Nevertheless, the movie’s crowning achievement is the true art provided by the talent and generosity of Mich Michabo.


from "Journey into communication"

dec. 2017

@ MetaLES..O..

I was driving when I saw this elderly lady sitting at a bus stop and everything I saw looked like a very interesting picture to me. I parked as fast I could (across the street from the bus stop) and took this picture from my car window. I got one picture and a few seconds later, she was on the bus and on her way home.

Why are people so fascinated by the Catacombs?


Is it because, as Sartre said, "Hell is other people," and, at least in this case, none of these people are boring us any longer with predictable jokes when we're trying to read?


Is it because it provides for a fascinating adventure in macabre interior design?


Is it because existentialism is an insightful philosophy and by acknowledging the dead, we can try to find meaning in our own lives?


Is it because we are misanthropic and we want to grab hold of any opportunity to meet new people?


Is it because we like to imagine how each bone, including each skull, has different markings, holes, and indentations giving us clues how every person died a unique death? Therefore, even one's demise then and now seems less futile...


Is it because we like to imagine the lost and possibly new modern civilizations that are being created within those cavernous depths?


Is it because we think it would be a really great place to have a party?


Is it because there is this idea that for 200 years, a city's civilization could be built upon an underground lair, emerging from depth and death and could somehow create something different, memorable in a way that surpasses flesh and bones and that what we hope, what we secretly feel, is that we'll leave behind something great too, perhaps not tangible but insight into a world that has evolved and become better and that, when the last tourist has left the Catacombs because the simulacrum of the long dead human existence is crumbling, we'll realize that, just as the lives of those millions of Parisians ended, ours too shall come to pass and that this will be all right...


“Search your heart and see. The way to do is to be.”


- by Lao Tzu:


Soundtrack :

Let It Be by The Beatles (rehearsal)




You carry the weight of the world upon your shoulders.

Let me be the one to lift it to a feathered weight.

An angel on your shoulder with wings that carry you

is worth more than a thousand baying hounds for blood.

We look to the same direction, my eyes all seeing;

yours blinkered and blind from seeing too much;

a wry derisive smile hovering around your lips,

“Familiarity breeds contempt” hisses the wing-ed serpent,

perched upon the golden helmet that once fit your head,

when all your thoughts were simpler and occupied less room.

Life is more complex now in this ever-expanding world

of new ideas and ways in which to “simplify” our lives,

yet actually pull us further into the mouth of the serpent.

The higher we climb the farther there is to fall

and all those treasured memories are left far behind us,

along with all the people we have loved and lost,

yet still we cling to what we know, not what we had.

It's fear, not hope, that drives us ever forward;

fear of never being good enough; of never reaching full potential,

but stay awhile, be still, my friend and contemplate today;

this one unerring moment in which all is perfect.

Just slow your breath and listen to the beat of your heart;

it's perfect rhythm is in tune with everything that you are.

Let negative thoughts drift softly in and out of your conscious mind;

acknowledge them and release them to the ether.

Concentrate on your breath, close your eyes;

tilt your face gently upward towards the sun.

Let the warm mellow sunlight modulate your unique Circadian rhythmn.

You once thought yourself a child of Arcadia,

but none of it really matters except the present.

This one precious moment, not in the man-made concept of time,

which differs from man to man, but this moment which is timeless,

which frees you from the pain of struggle;

allows you to feel rested and replaces the fear in your heart

with hope and nurtures your soul to lift your spirits,

until there is no seperation between you and the world around you.

You are in perfect harmony, at one with nature and all that has gone before

falls away and all that you were striving for now makes no sense at all

and what is left is all that you are, all that you need be

and you are at peace with yourself and with the world.

No fights to fight, no arguments to reason, no struggle to survive.

This is peace; the ultimate and it is there for everyone.

It is within us even before we are born

and it remains with us, true to our core for all our days,

but we have to let it surface, free it from the torment so we can just BE

because doing less means being more...


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Οιδίπους Τύραννος:

Κεντρική ιδέα είναι η θέση πως ο άνθρωπος δεν μπορεί ποτέ να ξεφύγει από το πεπρωμένο του.

Ο Λάιος, βασιλιάς της Θήβας, είχε πάρει χρησμό πως το παιδί που θα γεννούσε με την Ιοκάστη θα σκότωνε τον πατέρα του και θα παντρευόταν τη μητέρα του. Έτσι, όταν ο γιος τους γεννήθηκε, τρύπησαν τα πόδια του και τον άφησαν έκθετο στον Κιθαιρώνα. Κάποιος βοσκός βρήκε το βρέφος, το έσωσε και το έδωσε σε άλλο βοσκό, που το παρέδωσε στον αφέντη του, τον βασιλιά της Κορίνθου. Αυτός το μεγάλωσε σαν παιδί του. Όταν ο Οιδίπους μεγάλωσε, αμφιβάλλοντας για την καταγωγή του, πήγε στο μαντείο των Δελφών, όπου πληροφορήθηκε πως υπήρχε χρησμός σύμφωνα με τον οποίο έμελλε να σκοτώσει τον πατέρα του και να παντρευτεί τη μητέρα του. Θέλοντας να αποφύγει την πραγματοποίηση του φοβερού αυτού χρησμού, δεν επέστρεψε στην Κόρινθο και σ' εκείνους που θεωρούσε γονείς του. Στον δρόμο του όμως συνάντησε και αμυνόμενος σκότωσε τον Λάιο, αγνοώντας πως είναι πατέρας του. Όταν έφτασε στην Θήβα, έλυσε το αίνιγμα της Σφίγγας και κέρδισε τη βασιλεία της πόλεως, παίρνοντας την Ιοκάστη γυναίκα του και αποκτώντας μαζί της τέσσερα παιδιά. Την Θήβα έπληξε όμως φοβερός λοιμός, υπεύθυνος για τον οποίο είναι ο δολοφόνος του Λαΐου. Ο Οιδίπους αναλαμβάνει να τον βρει και να σώσει την πόλη. Στην πορεία αναζήτησης του δολοφόνου, ο ήρωας ανακαλύπτει ποιος είναι πραγματικά ο ίδιος. Όχι μόνο είναι ο φονέας του προηγούμενου βασιλιά της Θήβας, αλλά και δολοφόνος του πατέρα του και σύζυγος της μητέρας του. Ύστερα από την αποκάλυψη της τραγικής αλήθειας, η Ιοκάστη απαγχονίζεται και ο Οιδίπους αυτοτυφλώνεται, εκλιπαρώντας για εξορία και ανησυχώντας για την τύχη των παιδιών του.

Η τραγωδία θίγει πολλά υπαρξιακά ζητήματα, όπως και η Αντιγόνη: τη σύγκρουση του θεϊκού νόμου και του ανθρώπινου, την σύγκρουση του κράτους με τον πολίτη, της κοινωνίας με το άτομο, την εσωτερική σύγκρουση ανάμεσα στο επιθυμητό και το ορθό, την ανάγκη του ανθρώπου να βλέπει μόνον όσα θέλει και να εθελοτυφλεί για τα δυσάρεστα ή όσα ξεπερνούν την αντοχή και τη δύναμή του να υπομείνει, την ανάγκη του ανθρώπου να πιστεύει στον θεό αλλά και να αναιρεί αυτήν την πίστη ζητώντας αποδείξεις, την αγωνία του ανθρώπου να ορίσει τη μοίρα του και να ξεφύγει από το πεπρωμένο.

Σε μια σύγχονη ανάγνωση (που όμως είναι πιθανό να είχε απασχολήσει και το Σοφοκλή), τίθεται και το ζήτημα της αυτοεκπληρούμενης προφητείας, όπου το άτομο υπό το βάρος της δικής του πεποίθησης ή της κοινωνικής πίεσης και πίστης για την ορθότητα της προφητείας, ουσιαστικά νιώθει την ανάγκη να την εκπληρώσει (π.χ. όταν τυφλώνεται ο Οιδίποδας, μπορεί να θέλει να ολοκληρώσει απλώς την προφητεία του Τειρεσία και αν δεν την γνώριζε, ίσως να μην έβγαζε τα μάτια του).

Η ελευθερία της βούλησης είναι στο επίκεντρο του έργου και υπάρχουν δύο αναγνώσεις: ότι ο άνθρωπος είναι δούλος της μοίρας του, αλλά και η αντίθετη, ότι είναι στο χέρι του να την αποφύγει.

Με την πρώτη συνηγορεί όλο το έργο από την αρχή έως το τέλος, αφού ο Οιδίπους δεν μπορεί παρά να κάνει τις επιλογές που έκανε, σαν να ήταν όλες μονόδρομος. Δεν μπορεί να μην αναζητήσει τις ρίζες του, δηλαδή τους βιολογικούς του γονείς, δεν μπορεί να μη φύγει μακριά από τον πατέρα που αγαπά αφού του λένε οι ιερείς ότι μπορεί να τον σκοτώσει, δεν μπορεί να αποφύγει τη συνάντηση με τον Λάιο αφού το φέρνει η τύχη να διασταυρωθούν οι άμαξές τους, δεν μπορεί να μην αμυνθεί αφού του επιτίθενται οι συνοδοί του Θηβαίου βασιλιά, δεν μπορεί να τους αφήσει ζωντανούς ίσως γιατί θα τον κατατρέξουν, δεν μπορεί να σωπάσει και να αυτοκτονήσει στην Σφίγγα αλλά ούτε και σαν φυσιολογικός άνθρωπος να αρνηθεί μετά την τιμή να γίνει βασιλιάς σε μια χώρα.

Βαθύτερα όμως το ίδιο έργο δείχνει και προς την αντίθετη κατεύθυνση, αφού τίποτα δεν θα είχε συμβεί αν α) ο Οιδίποδας δεν πήγαινε στους Δελφούς να μάθει ποιοι είναι οι πραγματικοί γονείς του, αφού ήταν κουβέντα μέθυσου και οι γονείς του, το απέκλεισαν ή αν β) έστω και τότε, παίρνοντας τον χρησμό δεν εφησύχαζε (γιατί ο χρησμός του είπε ότι θα σκοτώσει τον πατέρα του, εκείνος όμως δεν είχε ρωτήσει αυτό -είχε ρωτήσει ποιος ήταν ο πατέρας του). Μόλις όμως παίρνει το χρησμό αποφασίζει να ξεχάσει την βαθιά, αρχική απορία του για τους αληθινούς γονείς του και εστιάζεται στο πώς δεν θα σκοτώσει τον πατέρα του, οπότε φεύγει από τον Κόρινθο. Αν γ) δεν αποφάσιζε να λογομαχήσει για θέμα προτεραιότητας στη διασταύρωση της Δαυλείας οδού και υποχωρούσε, αν δ) έστω δεν επιτίθετο φονικά στους τέσσερις άνδρες, αλλά τους τραυμάτιζε και έφευγε, γιατί ένας άντρας δεν σκοτώνει τέσσερις χωρίς να μαίνεται, αν τέλος ε) ο Οιδίποδας δεν είχε τη φιλοδοξία να γίνει βασιλιάς, αφού και στην Κόρινθο βασιλόπουλο ήταν κι έφυγε και θα μπορούσε θεωρητικά να αρκεστεί σε μια σεμνή μοίρα.

Η μοίρα επίσης έχει διπλή ανάγνωση: α) ο θεατής και ο Σοφοκλής βέβαια, γνωρίζει ότι ο Οιδίπους θα πέθαινε μωρό στον Κιθαιρώνα αφού τον πέταξε εκεί δεμένο η ίδια η μάνα και ο πατέρας του. Το γεγονός ότι έζησε ήταν ήδη ένα θαύμα, όπως διπλό θαύμα ήταν πως η μοίρα τον έστειλε να γίνει βασιλόπουλο στην Κόρινθο επειδή ήταν άτεκνοι οι βασιλείς κι έψαχναν μυστικά για διάδοχο από άλλη μάνα. β) Από την άλλη βέβαια, η μοιρολατρική άποψη (που είναι και η επικρατέστερη) τεκμηριώνεται με πολύ απλό τρόπο: έπρεπε να βγει αληθινός ο χρησμός και να ακολουθήσει ο Οιδίποδας το γραμμένο ή το πεπρωμένο του, γι' αυτό και κρατήθηκε ζωντανός, κι έγινε βασιλόπουλο, και τα έβγαλε πέρα με την Σφίγγα, ώστε τελικά να σκοτώσει τον πατέρα του και να νυμφευτεί την μητέρα του.


The earth is filled with Your unfailing love, O Eternal One; teach me to observe what You require. Psalm 119:64


Psychiatrist Viktor Frankl – Man's Search For Meaning - speaks of peoples’ existence in concentration camps and triumph of the soul through existentialism. He developed logotherapy. He offers one explanation of existentialism within one striving to find concrete meaning of existence.


Attached is picture I quickly took in early November 2016 – about 5 weeks before I learned that I had stage 4 cancer.

The picture captures a sunny afternoon at False Cape, at the southeastern most point in Virginia, or northernmost point in the Outer Banks. The day was one of beautiful conflict – the chill of Autumn pulled one of my arms while the warmth of Summer love pulled on my other arm. The sandy road beckoned that you and I might ride through coastal pines on mountain bikes. Such is the existential moment unrealized. Ah, to have the seasons and the hint of ocean breezes swirling in my hair while riding along a seldom travelled road. This is something worth living for.


. . . I am feeling blessed, being within the 1 % still alive, searching for something to say; looking forward to many perfect days that God creates.


3 October 19 - While maneuvering among crazies commuting into Northern Virginia suburbs, I listened to NPR segment on Bob Ross.


I don't share his vision of painting. My eyes and expression are different. What I did learn from radio presentation, is to view the play of shadows and light, of depth within subjects. I think this otherwise normal picture captures this spirit.



Mia figlia Donatella "pandora" accenna i primi passi alla Chiaiolella.

Sorprendente l' aspetto quasi deserto in pieno agosto di un posto che oggi sarebbe solo una selva di barche !

Little pandora and mother at chiaiolella in Procida.


Théâtre de l'Absurde

our cat Emily Dickinson on my bureau chair ... - no chance to work for me ...

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