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Goladhyaya

He also examines planetary conjunctions, the orbits of the sun and moon, as well as issues arising from diurnal rotations.

He also wrote estimates for values such as the length of the year , which was so accurate that we were only of their actual value by a minute!

Bhaskara’s final, thirteen-chapter publication, the Goladhyaya is all about spheres and similar shapes. Some of the topics in the Goladhyaya include Cosmography, geography and the seasons, planetary movements, eclipses and lunar crescents.

Steam Train - Lyonel Feininger

Parting Ways (The Day The Music Died)

The last note still ringing in his ears, the night’s events still swirling around in his head, he walks out of the door into the warm evening air.  The entire atmosphere is one of joyous sadness.  Emotions course through the air, giving it some sort of charge.  The next morning shall be the last exchange of the drink of the fruit of passion, and yet the solemn first for him.  Later tomorrow he knows, they all know, that they must part ways.  They must all leave their oasis of comfort and security to dive again into the vast sea of reality, of conformity.  Yet still they cherish it, hold on to it.  Even in the last moments of such a magical night, they open their minds, their hearts, open their souls to each other and learn to love that which is there in what others have exposed.  The chants of “…MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE” truly resound in not only everyone’s thoughts but in their utmost desires.  

Late that night, lying in that same old bed for the last time, gazing up at the concrete ceiling.  Finally, his thoughts allowed to sit and slowly filter out.  Shock, insubordinate yet knowingly unjust anger.  A few muttered words from the other side of the room, a brief agreement of opinions. Then silence.  The hazy recollection of events over the past three weeks, the bittersweet insanity which so marked each and every day.  The mistakes made, the friendships formed, the battles lost and won.  And as all of this starts to settle down into a gentle murmur, he drifts off into sleep.

The next morning, torn from the warm embrace of his frail sheets, down to the circle, sips from the glass, toasts to a fallen comrade.  Soon enough the group all progressed to go through their daily routines one final time.  They returned to what they knew was the inevitable.

They were there, it was time to be rounded up and brought back to their respective lives.  Tears were shed, last goodbyes, every single one of them joined as one united being, as one entity separate from their single selves.  Each and every one of them will never leave the spot they were when they knew it was time they had to leave.  Those who knew they could never return let fall the rains of their misery.  Their true love for something so intangible yet so true and so real ripped apart their true selves and lovingly joined their true selves back together in an instant.

But, as inevitabilities go, by midday it was empty and silent.  Once could almost feel on the air all that had occurred there so few hours ago.  That evening, He finally lay in bed before sleep.  All were dispersed from that place they cherished so dear, back in the true world but thinking of naught but what they had left behind.

And all at once, without warning, from places near and far came the sound of 300 voices:  “This will be the day that I die…”

The Peek-A-Boo World

Pseudo-context: a structure invented to give fragmented and irrelevant information a seeming use. The use it provides is not action, or problem-solving, or change, only information with no genuine connection to our lives

The Peek-a-Boo World: all new media that entered the electronic conversation followed the lead of the telegraph and the photograph, amplifying their biases. It is a world without much coherence or sense but also endlessly entertaining. There is no subject of public interest—politics, news, education, religion, science, sports—that does not find its way to television.  

Smokestack Funeral

Up draft butterfly
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Her vanishing act

Where would i be without you two...

you guys bring me happiness everyday
when i see you at school
or when we're walking home

when i need to cry on someones shoulder
you guys are the ones i would go to
and ones that would actually care

we have the best of times together
i remember the joke we shared months ago
the insides we have from everyday

when I'm mad at someone else
i go to talk to you guys
u can feel my anger and pain

where would i be without you two...

dedicated-
Casey D.(Gertrude) and Elaina H. I dont know what i would do without you two. You guys complete me i SO many ways. I love you guys and i always will!!!

🎨 Embracing creativity in every stroke! Art is a language that speaks to the soul, evoking emotions and inspiring change. Let's celebrate the beauty of imagination that connects us all! #Art #Creativity #Inspiration

Conceptual artist Maurizio Cattelan, known for his use of humor to question social structures and systems of power, has been named the winner of the 2026 Preis der Nationalgalerie. https://t.co/vUrFl7bjJT

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