On 4/5/2021 at 7:00 PM, auxien said:

happy 100 pages diatoms

 

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                                                              I really enjoyed that video, Thanks auxien:)

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                  The Library of Babel

                    Jorge Luis Borges

By this art you may contemplate the variations of the 23 letters...
The Anatomy of Melancholy, part 2, sect. II, mem. IV

       The universe (which others call the Library) is composed of an indefinite and perhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries, with vast air shafts between, surrounded by very low railings. From any of the hexagons one can see, interminably, the upper and lower floors. The distribution of the galleries is invariable. Twenty shelves, five long shelves per side, cover all the sides except two; their height, which is the distance from floor to ceiling, scarcely exceeds that of a normal bookcase. One of the free sides leads to a narrow hallway which opens onto another gallery, identical to the first and to all the rest. To the left and right of the hallway there are two very small closets. In the first, one may sleep standing up; in the other, satisfy one's fecal necessities. Also through here passes a spiral stairway, which sinks abysmally and soars upwards to remote distances. In the hallway there is a mirror which faithfully duplicates all appearances. Men usually infer from this mirror that the Library is not infinite (if it were, why this illusory duplication?); I prefer to dream that its polished surfaces represent and promise the infinite ... Light is provided by some spherical fruit which bear the name of lamps. There are two, transversally placed, in each hexagon. The light they emit is insufficient, incessant.

       Like all men of the Library, I have traveled in my youth; I have wandered in search of a book, perhaps the catalogue of catalogues; now that my eyes can hardly decipher what I write, I am preparing to die just a few leagues from the hexagon in which I was born. Once I am dead, there will be no lack of pious hands to throw me over the railing; my grave will be the fathomless air; my body will sink endlessly and decay and dissolve in the wind generated by the fall, which is infinite. I say that the Library is unending. The idealists argue that the hexagonal rooms are a necessary from of absolute space or, at least, of our intuition of space. They reason that a triangular or pentagonal room is inconceivable. (The mystics claim that their ecstasy reveals to them a circular chamber containing a great circular book, whose spine is continuous and which follows the complete circle of the walls; but their testimony is suspect; their words, obscure. This cyclical book is God.) Let it suffice now for me to repeat the classic dictum: The Library is a sphere whose exact center is any one of its hexagons and whose circumference is inaccessible.

       There are five shelves for each of the hexagon's walls; each shelf contains thirty-five books of uniform format; each book is of four hundred and ten pages; each page, of forty lines, each line, of some eighty letters which are black in color. There are also letters on the spine of each book; these letters do not indicate or prefigure what the pages will say. I know that this incoherence at one time seemed mysterious. Before summarizing the solution (whose discovery, in spite of its tragic projections, is perhaps the capital fact in history) I wish to recall a few axioms.

       First: The Library exists ab aeterno. This truth, whose immediate corollary is the future eternity of the world, cannot be placed in doubt by any reasonable mind. Man, the imperfect librarian, may be the product of chance or of malevolent demiurgi; the universe, with its elegant endowment of shelves, of enigmatical volumes, of inexhaustible stairways for the traveler and latrines for the seated librarian, can only be the work of a god. To perceive the distance between the divine and the human, it is enough to compare these crude wavering symbols which my fallible hand scrawls on the cover of a book, with the organic letters inside: punctual, delicate, perfectly black, inimitably symmetrical.

       Second: The orthographical symbols are twenty-five in number. (1) This finding made it possible, three hundred years ago, to formulate a general theory of the Library and solve satisfactorily the problem which no conjecture had deciphered: the formless and chaotic nature of almost all the books. One which my father saw in a hexagon on circuit fifteen ninety-four was made up of the letters MCV, perversely repeated from the first line to the last. Another (very much consulted in this area) is a mere labyrinth of letters, but the next-to-last page says Oh time thy pyramids. This much is already known: for every sensible line of straightforward statement, there are leagues of senseless cacophonies, verbal jumbles and incoherences. (I know of an uncouth region whose librarians repudiate the vain and superstitious custom of finding a meaning in books and equate it with that of finding a meaning in dreams or in the chaotic lines of one's palm ... They admit that the inventors of this writing imitated the twenty-five natural symbols, but maintain that this application is accidental and that the books signify nothing in themselves. This dictum, we shall see, is not entirely fallacious.)

       For a long time it was believed that these impenetrable books corresponded to past or remote languages. It is true that the most ancient men, the first librarians, used a language quite different from the one we now speak; it is true that a few miles to the right the tongue is dialectical and that ninety floors farther up, it is incomprehensible. All this, I repeat, is true, but four hundred and ten pages of inalterable MCV's cannot correspond to any language, no matter how dialectical or rudimentary it may be. Some insinuated that each letter could influence the following one and that the value of MCV in the third line of page 71 was not the one the same series may have in another position on another page, but this vague thesis did not prevail. Others thought of cryptographs; generally, this conjecture has been accepted, though not in the sense in which it was formulated by its originators.

       Five hundred years ago, the chief of an upper hexagon (2) came upon a book as confusing as the others, but which had nearly two pages of homogeneous lines. He showed his find to a wandering decoder who told him the lines were written in Portuguese; others said they were Yiddish. Within a century, the language was established: a Samoyedic Lithuanian dialect of Guarani, with classical Arabian inflections. The content was also deciphered: some notions of combinative analysis, illustrated with examples of variations with unlimited repetition. These examples made it possible for a librarian of genius to discover the fundamental law of the Library. This thinker observed that all the books, no matter how diverse they might be, are made up of the same elements: the space, the period, the comma, the twenty-two letters of the alphabet. He also alleged a fact which travelers have confirmed: In the vast Library there are no two identical books. From these two incontrovertible premises he deduced that the Library is total and that its shelves register all the possible combinations of the twenty-odd orthographical symbols (a number which, though extremely vast, is not infinite): Everything: the minutely detailed history of the future, the archangels' autobiographies, the faithful catalogues of the Library, thousands and thousands of false catalogues, the demonstration of the fallacy of those catalogues, the demonstration of the fallacy of the true catalogue, the Gnostic gospel of Basilides, the commentary on that gospel, the commentary on the commentary on that gospel, the true story of your death, the translation of every book in all languages, the interpolations of every book in all books.

       When it was proclaimed that the Library contained all books, the first impression was one of extravagant happiness. All men felt themselves to be the masters of an intact and secret treasure. There was no personal or world problem whose eloquent solution did not exist in some hexagon. The universe was justified, the universe suddenly usurped the unlimited dimensions of hope. At that time a great deal was said about the Vindications: books of apology and prophecy which vindicated for all time the acts of every man in the universe and retained prodigious arcana for his future. Thousands of the greedy abandoned their sweet native hexagons and rushed up the stairways, urged on by the vain intention of finding their Vindication. These pilgrims disputed in the narrow corridors, proferred dark curses, strangled each other on the divine stairways, flung the deceptive books into the air shafts, met their death cast down in a similar fashion by the inhabitants of remote regions. Others went mad ... The Vindications exist (I have seen two which refer to persons of the future, to persons who are perhaps not imaginary) but the searchers did not remember that the possibility of a man's finding his Vindication, or some treacherous variation thereof, can be computed as zero.

       At that time it was also hoped that a clarification of humanity's basic mysteries -- the origin of the Library and of time -- might be found. It is verisimilar that these grave mysteries could be explained in words: if the language of philosophers is not sufficient, the multiform Library will have produced the unprecedented language required, with its vocabularies and grammars. For four centuries now men have exhausted the hexagons ... There are official searchers, inquisitors. I have seen them in the performance of their function: they always arrive extremely tired from their journeys; they speak of a broken stairway which almost killed them; they talk with the librarian of galleries and stairs; sometimes they pick up the nearest volume and leaf through it, looking for infamous words. Obviously, no one expects to discover anything.

       As was natural, this inordinate hope was followed by an excessive depression. The certitude that some shelf in some hexagon held precious books and that these precious books were inaccessible, seemed almost intolerable. A blasphemous sect suggested that the searches should cease and that all men should juggle letters and symbols until they constructed, by an improbable gift of chance, these canonical books. The authorities were obliged to issue severe orders. The sect disappeared, but in my childhood I have seen old men who, for long periods of time, would hide in the latrines with some metal disks in a forbidden dice cup and feebly mimic the divine disorder.

       Others, inversely, believed that it was fundamental to eliminate useless works. They invaded the hexagons, showed credentials which were not always false, leafed through a volume with displeasure and condemned whole shelves: their hygienic, ascetic furor caused the senseless perdition of millions of books. Their name is execrated, but those who deplore the `treasures'' destroyed by this frenzy neglect two notable facts. One: the Library is so enormous that any reduction of human origin is infinitesimal. The other: every copy is unique, irreplaceable, but (since the Library is total) there are always several hundred thousand imperfect facsimiles: works which differ only in a letter or a comma. Counter to general opinion, I venture to suppose that the consequences of the Purifiers' depredations have been exaggerated by the horror these fanatics produced. They were urged on by the delirium of trying to reach the books in the Crimson Hexagon: books whose format is smaller than usual, all-powerful, illustrated and magical.

       We also know of another superstition of that time: that of the Man of the Book. On some shelf in some hexagon (men reasoned) there must exist a book which is the formula and perfect compendium of all the rest: some librarian has gone through it and he is analogous to a god. In the language of this zone vestiges of this remote functionary's cult still persist. Many wandered in search of Him. For a century they have exhausted in vain the most varied areas. How could one locate the venerated and secret hexagon which housed Him? Someone proposed a regressive method: To locate book A, consult first book B which indicates A's position; to locate book B, consult first a book C, and so on to infinity ... In adventures such as these, I have squandered and wasted my years. It does not seem unlikely to me that there is a total book on some shelf of the universe; (3) I pray to the unknown gods that a man -- just one, even though it were thousands of years ago! -- may have examined and read it. If honor and wisdom and happiness are not for me, let them be for others. Let heaven exist, though my place be in hell. Let me be outraged and annihilated, but for one instant, in one being, let Your enormous Library be justified. The impious maintain that nonsense is normal in the Library and that the reasonable (and even humble and pure coherence) is an almost miraculous exception. They speak (I know) of the `feverish Library whose chance volumes are constantly in danger of changing into others and affirm, negate and confuse everything like a delirious divinity.'' These words, which not only denounce the disorder but exemplify it as well, notoriously prove their authors' abominable taste and desperate ignorance. In truth, the Library includes all verbal structures, all variations permitted by the twenty-five orthographical symbols, but not a single example of absolute nonsense. It is useless to observe that the best volume of the many hexagons under my administration is entitled The Combed Thunderclap and another The Plaster Cramp and another Axaxaxas mlö. These phrases, at first glance incoherent, can no doubt be justified in a cryptographical or allegorical manner; such a justification is verbal and, ex hypothesi, already figures in the Library. I cannot combine some characters

which the divine Library has not foreseen and which in one of its secret tongues do not contain a terrible meaning. No one can articulate a syllable which is not filled with tenderness and fear, which is not, in one of these languages, the powerful name of a god. To speak is to fall into tautology. This wordy and useless epistle already exists in one of the thirty volumes of the five shelves of one of the innumerable hexagons -- and its refutation as well. (An n number of possible languages use the same vocabulary; in some of them, the symbol library allows the correct definition a ubiquitous and lasting system of hexagonal galleries, but library is bread or pyramid or anything else, and these seven words which define it have another value. You who read me, are You sure of understanding my language?)

       The methodical task of writing distracts me from the present state of men. The certitude that everything has been written negates us or turns us into phantoms. I know of districts in which the young men prostrate themselves before books and kiss their pages in a barbarous manner, but they do not know how to decipher a single letter. Epidemics, heretical conflicts, peregrinations which inevitably degenerate into banditry, have decimated the population. I believe I have mentioned suicides, more and more frequent with the years. Perhaps my old age and fearfulness deceive me, but I suspect that the human species -- the unique species -- is about to be extinguished, but the Library will endure: illuminated, solitary, infinite, perfectly motionless, equipped with precious volumes, useless, incorruptible, secret.

       I have just written the word "infinite". I have not interpolated this adjective out of rhetorical habit; I say that it is not illogical to think that the world is infinite. Those who judge it to be limited postulate that in remote places the corridors and stairways and hexagons can conceivably come to an end -- which is absurd. Those who imagine it to be without limit forget that the possible number of books does have such a limit. I venture to suggest this solution to the ancient problem: The Library is unlimited and cyclical. If an eternal traveler were to cross it in any direction, after centuries he would see that the same volumes were repeated in the same disorder (which, thus repeated, would be an order: the Order). My solitude is gladdened by this elegant hope. (4)

Translated by J. E. I.

        1 The original manuscript does not contain digits or capital letters. The punctuation has been limited to the comma and the period. These two signs, the space and the twenty-two letters of the alphabet are the twenty-five symbols considered sufficient by this unknown author. (Editor's note.)

        2 Before, there was a man for every three hexagons. Suicide and pulmonary diseases have destroyed that proportion. A memory of unspeakable melancholy: at times I have traveled for many nights through corridors and along polished stairways without finding a single librarian.

        3 I repeat: it suffices that a book be possible for it to exist. Only the impossible is excluded. For example: no book can be a ladder, although no doubt there are books which discuss and negate and demonstrate this possibility and others whose structure corresponds to that of a ladder.

        4 Letizia Álvarez de Toledo has observed that this vast Library is useless: rigorously speaking, a single volume would be sufficient, a volume of ordinary format, printed in nine or ten point type, containing an infinite number if infinitely thin leaves. (In the early seventeenth century, Cavalieri said that all solid bodies are the superimposition of an infinite number of planes.) The handling of this silky vade mecum would not be convenient: each apparent page would unfold into other analogous ones; the inconceivable middle page would have no reverse.

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https://libraryofbabel.info

Enjoy the light 

  On 9/24/2015 at 11:16 AM, MIXL2 said:

www.libraryofbabel.info

 

every possibility of character mashups for 410 pages.

 

i.e every single possibility of writing that is 410 pages or less

 

this means that there is a book here saying every single date that boc will release a new album

 

a book that talks only about watmm

 

a book with the word penis over 410 pages

 

lush imo

 

edit: page is dead atm because of traffic, it just became viral apparently

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  On 4/28/2021 at 5:01 AM, chenGOD said:

https://libraryofbabel.info

Enjoy the light 

                                             light enjoyed 27 april 03:04 am tuesday after reading a quantum thought experiment

                                                                        which mentions Borges' The Library of Babel short story

                                                                                             then I checked watmm

                                                                                           Thanks MIXL2 & chenGOD

                                                                        I then went to the library to check on some things

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  On 5/4/2021 at 10:22 AM, iococoi said:

 

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                                                                                          WELCOME TO 12TH CENTURY BOLOGNA

                                                                                                           CITY OF THE FUTURE

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21st century bologna, on the other hand: 

 

  On 5/6/2021 at 1:08 PM, diatoms said:

                                                                                          WELCOME TO 12TH CENTURY BOLOGNA

                                                                                                           CITY OF THE FUTURE

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looks nice, but would love if you could elaborate

  On 5/7/2021 at 3:14 AM, auxien said:

looks nice, but would love if you could elaborate

                          when i found out about the towers of bologna and saw this engraving it gave me future/past vibes of cities with skyscrapers

                                                                                   i would've flipped if i read about this or saw some info on it growing up

                                                                                                                     surprised it passed me by til now

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I've been to Bologna and it looks nothing like anything posted on this page. I wish it did though.

  On 5/6/2021 at 1:08 PM, diatoms said:

                                                                                          WELCOME TO 12TH CENTURY BOLOGNA

                                                                                                           CITY OF THE FUTURE

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Medieval Bologna, full of towers, as imagined by modern engraver Toni Pecoraro (b. 1958, Agrigento, Sicily

  On 5/7/2021 at 10:27 AM, diatoms said:

                          when i found out about the towers of bologna and saw this engraving it gave me future/past vibes of cities with skyscrapers

                                                                                   i would've flipped if i read about this or saw some info on it growing up

                                                                                                                     surprised it passed me by til now

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i think i remember from my childhood some mention of an ancient city with towers from many centuries ago, but my memory is the worst....nonetheless i don't think i'd ever seen the images like that, intriguing stuff. thanks!

  On 5/7/2021 at 11:27 PM, Silent Member said:

I've been to Bologna and it looks nothing like anything posted on this page. I wish it did though.

Medieval Bologna, full of towers, as imagined by modern engraver Toni Pecoraro (b. 1958, Agrigento, Sicily

i mean there's some artistic license taken, the drawing doesn't seem to be presenting itself as an attempt at realism. but the towers that do remain and some documentation of the previous ones seem to pique interest imo. i like 'em, but yeah i ain't been there in person or anything

http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PqdcOezRAW0/U4mxnDNXfhI/AAAAAAAAKII/njBWngMfiyo/s1600/towers.jpg

  On 5/8/2021 at 3:49 AM, auxien said:

i think i remember from my childhood some mention of an ancient city with towers from many centuries ago, but my memory is the worst....nonetheless i don't think i'd ever seen the images like that, intriguing stuff. thanks!

                                           between 80-100 towers built during the 1100-1200's with the tallest at 97 meters (318.24 feet/29.3 stories)

                                                                                                                           not too shabby

                                             the first skyscrapers built in the usa during the 1880's were only 10 - 20 stories (66 meters/216.53 feet)

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                                                                                    BRITISH SECTOR

                                                                                       BERLIN 1945

                                                                                            symmetrical union jack

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                                                                                                      The Creation of "My Pen"

  On 5/12/2021 at 6:34 PM, Rubin Farr said:

 

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                                                                                                BATMAN equation

  On 10/5/2020 at 10:13 PM, diatoms said:

                                                                                                                            BATMAN (1989)

 

                                                                     This film and the excitement leading up to opening night and after was pretty awesome for my 11 year old self

                                                      My friend a couple of houses down and I made plans to get dropped off at Cache 8 Cinema Friday June 23, 1989 around 19:00

                    We had moved to Lawton, Oklahoma for two years so my dad could build the Goodyear Tire plant 1988-1990 then back to the country of Neodesha, Kansas

                                                 My grandparents on my moms side also lived in Lawton because Ft. Sill was the last army base my pap was at when he retired

                                                       We got to the cinema and bought our tickets but decided to play Ninja Gaiden then find our seats

                                                           

                                                After we kicked Jasons' ass, we got some popcorn, got our tickets torn and into screen 2

                                                                                                  The previews had already started and there weren't many seats left and no seats together, Ha:)

                                                                 My friend took a middle of the room seat and I sat against the back wall in the middle of the row

                                                                                          Then it started

                                  I was amazed/excited at the intro and how we were going around the BATMAN symbol all that time with the that huge score by Danny Elfman:)

        and of course the rest of the film....... dark cinematography, direction and acting from Nicholson and Keaton was perfect for me to experience at that time in my life:)

                                                                                 I don't know if my mom (dad wouldn't care) would've let me go if she knew about some of the themes

                                                                                           and it was PG-13, must've got lucky to go, she had Batman of the 60's in mind I guess

                                                                                              

                                                            They gave out Batman Warner Bros. brochures to buy Batman memorabilia after the film

                                                                           I remember being shocked at the $499 price tag for the denim jacket

 

                                                                                 We played Batman and Joker for weeks with some fireworks thrown in at the beginning of July

 

 

                                                                                                    BATMAN RETURNS (1992)

 

                                                                          My dad, brother and I went to the Independence, Kansas two screen cinema for this awesome dark sequel in June 1992

 

 

 

 

                                                                                      So I scratch my brain because I Remember the BATMAN sigil

                                                                                                                 without feet.........  BATMAN (1989) Bat suit I'm talking to You

 

 

              

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                                                                                  George Bernard Shaw by Auguste Rodin

                                                                                                                 1906

http://www.hughlane.ie/curators-choice/2883-george-bernard-shaw-by-auguste-rodin

The Irish playwright, critic and activist, George Bernard Shaw, was one of many artists and writers who supported Hugh Lane’s efforts to found a gallery of modern art in Dublin. In defence of Lane’s ambitions, he argued “Is anybody in Dublin so stupendously ignorant as not to know that it will be one of the most precious collections of the kind in Europe?” However, Shaw was not in favour of Lane’s desire to house the gallery on a new bridge over the River Liffey. While others objected to the bridge gallery on the basis of cost, logistics or aesthetics, Shaw - who is celebrated for his wit - simply quipped, “has Sir Hugh Lane ever smelt the Liffey?”

Shaw first met Rodin in London in 1904, when the French sculptor was appointed President of the International Society of Sculptors, Painters and Gravers. In March 1906 Shaw’s wife Charlotte invited Rodin to tea at their flat at Adelphi Terrace, London, when they discussed the idea of Rodin making a bust of the playwright. Shaw later called Rodin “the greatest sculptor of his epoch.” He considered “any man who being a contemporary of Rodin, deliberately allowed his bust to be made by anyone else must go down to posterity (if he went down at all) as a stupendous nincompoop.”

Shaw wanted to be portrayed by an artist who was “capable of seeing me.” He felt that there were already many portraits of his reputation of which he was wary: “I have never been taken in by my reputation, having manufactured it myself.”

He sat to Rodin in his studio in Meudon near Paris in 1906. His account of Rodin’s process is fascinating: “…a succession of miracles took place as he worked. In the first fifteen minutes, in merely giving a suggestion of human shape to the lump of clay, he produced so spirited a thumbnail bust of me that I wanted to take it away and relieve him from further labor.” However, the work did continue as Rodin required around thirty sittings over the following month.

According to Shaw, the process wasn’t always easy: “To keep the clay moist he used to take water into his mouth and spit it on the model. But so deeply absorbed was he in his work that at the end of each sitting I was soaking wet, as if I had been out in the rain without an umbrella…” The sculptor would periodically measure Shaw’s features against those of the bust: “If the bust's nose was too long, he sliced a bit out of it, and jammed the tip of it up to close the gap, with no more emotion or affectation than a glazier putting in a window pane. If the ear was in the wrong place, he cut it off and slapped it into its right place, excusing these cold-blooded mutilations to my wife (who half expected to see the already terribly animated clay bleed) by remarking that it was shorter than to make a new ear.”

Réné Chéruy, Rodin’s secretary, recalled how the sculptor was very impressed by Shaw’s distinctive features, notably his two standing locks of hair and forked beard. Apparently on one occasion, Rodin interrupted his work and exclaimed, “Do you know, you look like—like the devil!” to which Shaw replied, “But I am the devil!” Other accounts differ. Anthony Ludovici, also private secretary to Rodin in 1906, recounted Rodin saying to him that Shaw’s features were Christ-like – “‘Une vrai tête de Christ’… and Madame Rodin concurred most emphatically.”

The language barrier probably meant that Rodin did not fully grasp Shaw’s character or sense of humour. Ludovici thought the bust too meek and lacking the “roguishness” associated with Shaw. The writer however was pleased: “Look at my bust, and you will not find it a bit like that brilliant fiction known as G. B. S., or Bernard Shaw. But it is most frightfully like me. It is what is really there, not what you think is there… He saw me. Nobody else has done that yet.”

The Shaws apparently paid £1000 for the commission (estimated as the equivalent of €120,000). They kept a bronze bust at their home and Bernard Shaw gave the portrait in marble to Hugh Lane Gallery in 1908. He gives a wonderful description of Rodin’s handling of this material: “…the marble has quite another sort of life; it glows, and light falls over it. It does not look solid; it looks luminous; and this curious glowing and flowing keeps people's fingers off it; for you feel as though you could not catch hold of it.”

When Shaw proposed donating the bust to the new Dublin Gallery of Modern Art he wrote to Hugh Lane suggesting they should first consult with Rodin. Lane wrote to the artist who replied with a short telegram simply stating: “Yes, enchanted.”

http://www.hughlane.ie/curators-choice/2883-george-bernard-shaw-by-auguste-rodin

                                                       
                                                                                 GEORGE BERNARD SHAW IN THE POSE OF “THE THINKER”
                                                                                                                            1906

                                                                                                              by Alvin Langdon Coburn

“George Bernard Shaw opened numerous doors for the young photographer Alvin Langdon Coburn, when he arrived in England in 1904 with the ambitious idea of making photographic portraits of all the celebrities of the day. Shaw introduced Coburn to Rodin, whom he knew well, having posed for a bust modelled by the sculptor. In 1906, the photographer and the writer attended the unveiling of The Thinker . On the way home, Shaw suggested that Coburn make a nude portrait of him, in the same pose as the sculpture, thereby launching a genre that would become popular in the 20th century.”

                                                        Looks like MUSÉE RODIN realized George Bernard Shaw's pose doesn't match up

                                                                                      they took the above photo off their website and search

                                                                                                 that's where i first downloaded the picture

                                                                                        but now its being hidden and forgotten

                                                                        I imagine someone called them up and pointed out the major differences

                                              https://www.musee-rodin.fr/en/museum/collections/photographies/george-bernard-shaw-pose-thinker

  On 1/29/2020 at 10:31 AM, diatoms said:

Like Bernard

left fist clinched against forehead

not like

The Thinker

chewing on the right knucks

 

now

instead of

hair

the man's got a Thinking Cap on:)

 

 

By George

Think

Be squirrelly

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  On 5/21/2021 at 8:09 AM, dingformung said:

ok ok, its a cosmic orgasm etc but what if time is a narration and memorising is just in the now? kinda like the future is not reallyy there but imagined, same goes for the past so all memory is a result of NOW and therefore it may or may not be accurate? knowledge, which relies on memoryy, is then more a story than a reality and fluid (but appears to be solid)???

  On 5/22/2021 at 12:17 PM, dingformung said:

  On 5/21/2021 at 7:09 AM, dingformung said:

ok ok, its a cosmic orgasm etc but what if time is a narration and memorising is just in the now? kinda like the future is not reallyy there but imagined, same goes for the past so all memory is a result of NOW and therefore it may or may not be accurate? knowledge, which relies on memoryy, is then more a story than a reality and fluid (but appears to be solid)???

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                                                                                                     sounds plausible:)

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                                                                   The United Kingdom and its flag

                                                                              December 08, 2017

                                                                           symmetrical union jack

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  On 5/31/2021 at 9:02 AM, Zephyr_Nova said:

Also, weird post shroom experience today - I was driving behind a car with a bumper sticker that said "we're all mad here", which was written on the wall of the room where I spent the majority of my second ever shroom trip.  It was an interesting coincidence.

                                                                          "We're All Mad Here" -Cheshire Cat

                                                                         "Most of us are Mad Here" -Cheshire Cat

                                         I too Remember the Cheshire Cat saying "We're All Mad Here" in the Disney film

                                                                        Seen the movie quite a few times growing up

                                                                                                quoted the cat after hearing him say it

                                                                                        Never read Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

                                                                         but the cat still says it in the book

                                                                                                                     smiling away

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                                                                                                           Follow the rabbit.......

                                                                                                 before it disappears

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  On 5/13/2019 at 3:21 AM, diatoms said:

 

Speaking of Peace

I got called into work for 10 days

past couple of weeks

in the old canteen toliets

closest stall to the sinks

I see this on the back of the closed door, Ha!

Now, for once this is a change that does not affect me

I have always remembered it upside down

But lots of Hippies Remember the sign

as a person holding up their hands in peace

or giving the peace symbol

also to add to the confusion...

from: https://www.alternatememories.com/historical-events/brands/the-peace-symbol

Depressed stick man

"There's an interesting piece on cracked.com which claims its' "a dude slumped over in despair". The story goes that Gerald Holtom, who was an illustrator from the UK, designed the symbol in 1958 specifically as a protest against nuclear weapons, and to hammer home the futility of mankind when faced with such horrors. The simplified design is supposed to show this in a form which also used semaphores, the representations of "C" and "D". In this way, the design serves two purposes. It was also widely adopted by peace campaigners during the Vietnam war. 

After releasing the design, Holtom realised the image was too depressing , so, and this may even contribute to this Mandela Effect, tried to fix things by inverting it. Unfortunately this didn't work, and the popular one became the one with the feet down.

Those who swear it was always up won't agree, though."

  On 3/17/2020 at 2:07 PM, diatoms said:

paddy peace

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