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Manta Ray and Snorkeler, AustraliaPhoto: Violeta Jahnel
A snorkeler appreciates the beauty of a giant manta ray in Ningaloo Reef, off Australia’s west coast.

Manta Ray and Snorkeler, Australia
Photo: Violeta Jahnel

A snorkeler appreciates the beauty of a giant manta ray in Ningaloo Reef, off Australia’s west coast.

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World’s Most Beautiful Abandoned Places
Italian product manager and web designer Francesco Mugnai recently added a collection of images to his blog touting some of the most beautiful images of abandoned spots and modern ruins that he’d ever seen. The images Mugnai has captured come from empty castles, shuttered power plants, and dilapidated churches around the world. From a sunken yacht in Antarctica to a forever-closed amusement park in Japan, these images all make up a sort of anti-phoenix; rather than rising as new from the ashes, these husks remain preserved in decomposition, forcing viewers to confront the strange beauty of ruination.

I would face my paralyzing fear of deep water if it meant I could see Christ of the Abyss in person.

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iuka session: me doing a stripped down “mars over sea” with rachel baransi of [rachel joy photos] yesterday.

you can stream and download the official studio version of this song by clicking here:
http://deadwoodfloats.bandcamp.com/album/mars-over-sea-single

this song is for emma. it is about emma and i, it’s about this time period where we’re separated by large geographical distance. happily, that chapter comes to a close in august when she moves to columbus while i finish up my gis degree. next year is a gift and one of many.

this song’s about two points actively fixating on and connected by another point which introduced them and keeps them. that triangle representation has been a part of our relationship as long as i’ve known emma. early on, i remember marking a triangle on her thigh with a piece of paper or maybe my fingernail at ten pins. emma and i are two of the points and “mars” is the third. that’s availably interpretable. it has distinct meaning for emma and me, also.

i hate wires, bug, i learned to use them
you’ve broken my bones next to the kitchen
mars is over the sea

two years ago, bug, i sat in space
rocking chair in hughes, a lonesome blue egg
mars is over the sea

the sea is not mine
mars is not mine

this song would be fellow hollow again
but it won’t be me, won’t be me, won’t that not be me again?
mars is over the sea
(the sea is not mine)

too many miles, bug, and itches from the kitchen sink
half grand a month for two fonds in one piece
mars is over the sea
(the sea is not mine… mars is not!)

the sea is not mine
mars is not mine
but fitting with you is fine

this is a piece by emma.
see more of her work here.

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Quote 10 Apr

From religion comes a man’s purpose; from science, his power to achieve it. Sometimes people ask if religion and science are not opposed to one another. They are: in the sense that the thumb and fingers of my hands are opposed to one another. It is an opposition by means of which anything can be grasped.

— Sir William Bragg

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Neon Falls.

Light trails of glowsticks shown through the movement of the water.

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Kasia Derwinska

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I am trying to rip open the inconsolable secret in each one of you— the secret which hurts so much that you take your revenge on it by calling it names like Nostalgia and Romanticism and Adolescence; the secret also which pierces with such sweetness that when, in very intimate conversation, the mention of it becomes imminent, we grow awkward and affect to laugh at ourselves; the secret which we cannot hide and cannot tell, though we desire to do both. We cannot tell it because it is a desire for something that has never actually appeared in our experience. We cannot hide it because our experience is constantly suggesting it, and we betray ourselves like lovers at the mention of a name. Our commonest expedient is to call it beauty and behave as if that had settled the matter.

The books or music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust them; it was not in them, it only came though them, and what came through it was longing. These things— the beauty, the memory of our own past— are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself, they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshippers. For they are not the thing itself; they are the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not yet heard, news from a country we have never visited.

— C.S. Lewis, “The Weight of Glory” (via darkenedanddazzled)

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I could never myself believe in God, if it were not for the cross… In the real world of pain, how could one worship a God who was immune to it? I have entered many Buddhist temples in different Asian countries and stood respectfully before the statue of the Buddha, his legs crossed, arms folded, eyes closed, the ghost of a smile playing round his mouth, a remote look on his face detached from the agonies of the world. But each time after a while I have had to turn away. And in imagination I have turned instead to that lonely, twisted, tortured figure on the cross, nails through hands and feet, back lacerated, limbs wrenched, brow bleeding from thorn-pricks, mouth dry and intolerably thirsty, plunged in God-forsaken darkness. That is the God for me! He laid aside his immunity to pain. He entered our world of flesh and blood, tears and death. He suffered for us. Our sufferings become more manageable in the light of his. There is still a question mark against human suffering, but over it we boldly stamp another mark, the cross which symbolizes divine suffering.

— John Stott