Orselig - 無 The Invisible Dance

“Beacon”

You’ll find the Kallur lighthouse on the Faroese island of Kalsoy. It was built to guide ships along the incredibly jagged Faroese coast but has also drawn travellers from all corners of the globe.

For me, its position atop a dramatic cliff surrounded by turbulent seas evoked scenes from legends and fairytales. The “end of the world” feel one gets standing along those cliffs is just unforgettable.

Faroe Islands, 2017. — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/3dTJRd3

道德經第二十一章

孔德之容，唯道是從。

道之為物，唯恍唯惚。

忽兮恍兮，其中有象；恍兮忽兮，其中有物。

窈兮冥兮，其中有精；其精甚真，其中有信。

自古及今，其名不去，以閱衆甫。

吾何以知衆甫之狀哉？以此。

21  [The empty heart, or the Dao in its operation]

The Great Virtue is to follow the Tao and only the Tao. The Tao is shadowy and intangible. Intangible and evasive, and yet within it is a form. Evasive and intangible, and yet within it is a substance. Shadowy and dark, and yet within it is a vital force. This vital force is real and can be relied upon. From ancient times to the present the Tao's instructions have not been forgotten. Through it can be perceived the beginning of the story of life. How do I know how it was at the beginning of the story of life? Because of what is within me.

In awe of another-bondi-blonde

"You want a physicist to speak at your funeral.

You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died.

You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed.

You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world.

You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.

And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you.

And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.

And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it.

And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.

And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time.

You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around.

According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly.

Amen."

—Aaron Freeman

artwork by beeple

Got a mind that ramble, got a mind that roam I'm travelin' light and I'm a-slow coming home

“Mother of Muses”

Bob Dylan “Rough and Rowdy Ways”