Experience #2 : Explore and Discover Mode
You can explore spontaneously through Instagram’s current native algorithm or discover intentionally through your own collection of saved Hashtags. You can also click individually on the Hashtags to see one at a time and then drag down to refresh to see all the active Hashtags together.

4. Margaret Wise Brown

In 1952, Goodnight Moon (1947) author Margaret Wise Brown was in France on a publicity tour when she developed appendicitis and was taken to the hospital for emergency surgery. To show the staff that she was feeling well after the operation, she kicked her leg in the air—a move that dislodged a blood clot in her leg. The clot made its way to her brain, killing the 42-year-old children’s author.

Over-Abundance of Information

Friedrich Nietzsche once said that our happiness consists of the possession of a non-negotiable truth. Today, we no longer have such non-negotiable truths. Instead, we have an over-abundance of information.

I am not sure that the information society is a continuation of the Enlightenment. Maybe we need a new kind of enlightenment. On a new enlightenment, Nietzsche noted: “It does not suffice that you realize the ignorance in which humans and animals live, you also have to have the will to be ignorant and learn more.

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Just Say Goodbye

I can feel it slipping away-
the love we once shared.
Maybe it was just a dream
or an illusion to make myself
       happy
Maybe you really hate me-
maybe you were just being polite.
So much crap-
       no more
       all gone
Intense emotion faded....
into the abyss.
Soul mates,
       gone.
All eyes on me-never end
   walking
     slowly
       away.

Study without reflection is folly.

Reflection without study is risky. 

Feeling insecure, are we?

we stay within the confines
of our bodies and the concrete;
we communicate
with simple greetings
while we hurry on
to more important things
...classes, appointments, critical meetings...

Hello there.
(do you see my face?)
       (don’t be alarmed
        dear, it isn’t really mine,
        this is only stage make-up...
        and I put it on sometimes,
        when I want to hide
        or pretend to be
        anyone but me...
        You understand, don’t you?)

Hello there.
(do you hear my words?)
       (I fancy them passionate purple and red,
        but you disagree
        claiming they’re deceitful green.
        and when they float
        from my mouth
        dear, you’ll find they buzz
        around your ear,
        until they decide
        it is safe to crawl in.
        next, the decision is your's alone
                will you chew on them for the time being
                savoring what they have to offer,
                will you find them true
                and better than all that saccharin shit
                you’ve been eating up till now?
                will you be finicky, as you usually are,
                will you go in unwillingly,
                and find they are rotten
                will you spit them on the sidewalk
                and run quickly away?
                will you mold my words...
                like jell-o...or play-doh
                ...or kids with mashed potatoes...
                and then, when your new sculpture is complete
                ...a masterpiece in its own right...
                will you hand it back to me
                ...well, by then, it's not the same
                ...words switched, meaning’s changed)

Hello there.
(do you see me stroll away?
...and I seem confident inside these confines...
it’s as though self and sidewalk have no effect on me)
       

The tops of the pines - Ivan Shishkin

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Butter Cookies illustration artwork

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Anarchism

Anarchism is a political ideology that rejects all involuntary, coercive forms of hierarchy/authority (including capitalism," target="_blank" class="inline-link">http://struggle.ws/wsm/cap... nationalism," target="_blank" class="inline-link">https://en.m.wikipedia.org... the state" target="_blank" class="inline-link">https://en.m.wikipedia.org... & all associated institutions) in the conduct of all human relations (interpersonal relationships).

Favours of a society based on:

• decentralisation
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Sophonisba - Giambattista Pittoni

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He was the host of popular game shows like “Wheel of Fortune” and “Love Connection” before becoming a right-wing podcaster. Chuck Woolery has died at 83. https://t.co/S82dqA4HuO

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Life is progress, not perfection

It doesn't work like a check-list: You can't check each item off, get to be happy and old for a couple of decades, then you die. Problems don’t go away, they change and evolve. And accepting life's imperfection is hard because it forces us to accept that we have to live with things we don’t like.  

My darkest hour

I never imagined my darkest hour
to be this dark
I'm consumed in this hole
connecting my heart with my mind
combining the eyes of Horus
searching for the reason
my days are so drab