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A short and very reasoned piece. Clacton has been let down and people are angry and frustrated. If parties (and government) do not stand up, then many many more communities around the country will go the same way(and I am not *just* referencing poverty and despair).
https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2026/aug/12/farage-clacton-human-zoo-truth-town
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A short and very reasoned piece. Clacton has been let down and people are angry and frustrated. If parties (and government) do not stand up, then many many more communities around the country will go the same way(and I am not *just* referencing poverty and despair).
https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2026/aug/12/farage-clacton-human-zoo-truth-town
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#Despairbots can be LLMs, shell scripts, or even other people. They all run the same. "Give up! There's no hope! Despair and obey!"
It's all bullshit, and you can ignore every word of it. -
#Despairbots can be LLMs, shell scripts, or even other people. They all run the same. "Give up! There's no hope! Despair and obey!"
It's all bullshit, and you can ignore every word of it. -
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Stumbling Block
It seems I have always been stumbling, tripping over the unintended in a fog of wandering wonder.
The mist has been ever around me, my cloud by day. I am enveloped by mystery.
You do indeed love to surprise me, O God;
two girls find shiny stones in a fountain and their joy chases away the despair at not finding a loved one,
the hospitality of friends lightens the weight upon a heavy chest from a returning to what was and the traveler can breathe again into what will be,
a mother’s words and the night breeze dries a daughter’s tears and she can smile at the deep thrum of a bullfrog,
lovers lie for a moment in the morning and the frustrations of yesterday fade into the quiet beginnings of another day.
It is time then.
I rise up into the bone crackling morning, my body protesting, my spirit already stretching out along the places I will see.
Inside, I find I am ready for more stumbling.
July 29, 2022
#boneCracklingMorning #bullfrog #chronicPain #ContemplativePoetry #ContemplativeWriting #Despair #divineSurprise #embodiment #Faith #FaithAndLife #Family #findingJoy #fog #friends #God #GodIsMystery #Grace #Gratitude #Hope #Hospitality #ListeningToTheSoul #Love #marriage #mist #Morning #mothersAndDaughters #movingForward #mystery #personalReflection #pilgrimage #Poems #readiness #renewal #resilience #sacredOrdinary #SpiritualJourney #SpiritualReflection #SubmissionToGod #surprise #tearsAndHealing #Travel #wanderingWonder #Wonder -
Stumbling Block
It seems I have always been stumbling, tripping over the unintended in a fog of wandering wonder.
The mist has been ever around me, my cloud by day. I am enveloped by mystery.
You do indeed love to surprise me, O God;
two girls find shiny stones in a fountain and their joy chases away the despair at not finding a loved one,
the hospitality of friends lightens the weight upon a heavy chest from a returning to what was and the traveler can breathe again into what will be,
a mother’s words and the night breeze dries a daughter’s tears and she can smile at the deep thrum of a bullfrog,
lovers lie for a moment in the morning and the frustrations of yesterday fade into the quiet beginnings of another day.
It is time then.
I rise up into the bone crackling morning, my body protesting, my spirit already stretching out along the places I will see.
Inside, I find I am ready for more stumbling.
July 29, 2022
#boneCracklingMorning #bullfrog #chronicPain #ContemplativePoetry #ContemplativeWriting #Despair #divineSurprise #embodiment #Faith #FaithAndLife #Family #findingJoy #fog #friends #God #GodIsMystery #Grace #Gratitude #Hope #Hospitality #ListeningToTheSoul #Love #marriage #mist #Morning #mothersAndDaughters #movingForward #mystery #personalReflection #pilgrimage #Poems #readiness #renewal #resilience #sacredOrdinary #SpiritualJourney #SpiritualReflection #SubmissionToGod #surprise #tearsAndHealing #Travel #wanderingWonder #Wonder -
Sacred Words Of A Nomad Soul @davidjosephwriteshere.wordpress.com@davidjosephwriteshere.wordpress.com ·Houses
There was a house somewhereAt the end of a roadThat dreamed it was a bodyPossessed by people. I was born a ghost thereWith knots tied on my feetAnd a cloak over my face.I bump into others. Spirits move diagonallyI learned that the hard way.The house groans when I talk,Creaking with discomfort. Study broken housesLong enoughAnd you are drawn to their gates.Such is architecture. May the burden be lifted,Even by a fraction,When I decide to moveAway out of its dream. And I float […]https://davidjosephwriteshere.wordpress.com/2026/07/20/houses/
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Sacred Words Of A Nomad Soul @davidjosephwriteshere.wordpress.com@davidjosephwriteshere.wordpress.com ·Houses
There was a house somewhereAt the end of a roadThat dreamed it was a bodyPossessed by people. I was born a ghost thereWith knots tied on my feetAnd a cloak over my face.I bump into others. Spirits move diagonallyI learned that the hard way.The house groans when I talk,Creaking with discomfort. Study broken housesLong enoughAnd you are drawn to their gates.Such is architecture. May the burden be lifted,Even by a fraction,When I decide to moveAway out of its dream. And I float […]https://davidjosephwriteshere.wordpress.com/2026/07/20/houses/
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SYDNEY: You don’t seem to realize that a poor person who is unhappy is in a better position than a rich person who is unhappy. Because the poor person has hope. He thinks money would help. I tell you there is no despair like the despair of the man who has everything.
Jean Kerr (1922-2003) American author and playwright [b. Bridget Jean Collins]
Poor Richard, Act 1 (1965)More about this quote: wist.info/kerr-jean/30990/
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #jeankerr #despair #everything #happiness #hope #misery #money #poor #possessions #poverty #rich #unhappiness #wealth #pursuitofhappiness
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SYDNEY: You don’t seem to realize that a poor person who is unhappy is in a better position than a rich person who is unhappy. Because the poor person has hope. He thinks money would help. I tell you there is no despair like the despair of the man who has everything.
Jean Kerr (1922-2003) American author and playwright [b. Bridget Jean Collins]
Poor Richard, Act 1 (1965)More about this quote: wist.info/kerr-jean/30990/
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #jeankerr #despair #everything #happiness #hope #misery #money #poor #possessions #poverty #rich #unhappiness #wealth #pursuitofhappiness
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𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮 – 愛と別れの季節
#90s #Ambient #despair #dream #jpop #midnightmusic #newage #romance #slushwave #spiritual #Japan
CC BY-NC-SA (#CreativeCommons Attribution Non Commercial Share Alike) #ccmusic
https://nagligijaqarniq.bandcamp.com/album/--2 -
𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮 – 愛と別れの季節
#90s #Ambient #despair #dream #jpop #midnightmusic #newage #romance #slushwave #spiritual #Japan
CC BY-NC-SA (#CreativeCommons Attribution Non Commercial Share Alike) #ccmusic
https://nagligijaqarniq.bandcamp.com/album/--2 -
I’m a frayed knot (Sketch of the Week for Week 25 of 2026) https://www.davideriknelson.com/sbsb/index.php/2026/06/sketch-of-the-week-young-dali-copy-copy-6/ #art #despair #drawing #knots #newsD #newsF #sketch #sketching
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I’m a frayed knot (Sketch of the Week for Week 25 of 2026) https://www.davideriknelson.com/sbsb/index.php/2026/06/sketch-of-the-week-young-dali-copy-copy-6/ #art #despair #drawing #knots #newsD #newsF #sketch #sketching
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There are three things one must not do in the face of electoral disaster. Whine. Despair. Or fall for that specious old radical crap: “Things have to get worse before they can get better.” The only possible response to that one is, “Not with my child’s life.”
Nor is it helpful to sit around hoping that given enough rope, the R’s will hang themselves. They’ll hang us along with them. The only thing to do is to fight harder and smarter.Molly Ivins (1944-2007) American writer, political columnist [Mary Tyler Ivins]
Essay (2002-12-01) “Fight Harder and Smarter,” The Progressive MagazineMore about this quote: wist.info/ivins-molly/16447/
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #mollyivins #fightingback #smarts #defeat #despair #election #fightingback #losing #persistence #persisting #struggle #struggling #whining
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There are three things one must not do in the face of electoral disaster. Whine. Despair. Or fall for that specious old radical crap: “Things have to get worse before they can get better.” The only possible response to that one is, “Not with my child’s life.”
Nor is it helpful to sit around hoping that given enough rope, the R’s will hang themselves. They’ll hang us along with them. The only thing to do is to fight harder and smarter.Molly Ivins (1944-2007) American writer, political columnist [Mary Tyler Ivins]
Essay (2002-12-01) “Fight Harder and Smarter,” The Progressive MagazineMore about this quote: wist.info/ivins-molly/16447/
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #mollyivins #fightingback #smarts #defeat #despair #election #fightingback #losing #persistence #persisting #struggle #struggling #whining
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Dismal Butler is making an experimental double batch of Purple Haze for Dismal Wizard and Dismal Dog to share.
DB forgot that doubling the liquid requires double the time for reduction to Purple Haze.
Breakfast will be late. And my share has to cool. I expect minion will call it “brunch”
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Dismal Butler is making an experimental double batch of Purple Haze for Dismal Wizard and Dismal Dog to share.
DB forgot that doubling the liquid requires double the time for reduction to Purple Haze.
Breakfast will be late. And my share has to cool. I expect minion will call it “brunch”
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Yeah .. we #DIY Kidz had it all figured out. We had the whole alternative to #NeoLiberalism ready & working.
But all the other Kids wanted the good income and the big house and the fast car and the great vacation and the safe retirement. That went sooo wrong.
Now everybody got nothing but #Billionaires and #Despair.
We're like half-way through with our lives & never had a chance to show how fucking good our plan was.
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Yeah .. we #DIY Kidz had it all figured out. We had the whole alternative to #NeoLiberalism ready & working.
But all the other Kids wanted the good income and the big house and the fast car and the great vacation and the safe retirement. That went sooo wrong.
Now everybody got nothing but #Billionaires and #Despair.
We're like half-way through with our lives & never had a chance to show how fucking good our plan was.
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Where Can I Go
I wonder if there are things in me that are broken beyond repair.
That implies that people, I included, are problems to be fixed rather than vessels that can be redeemed, healed, resurrected.
I am not a machine. There is no assembly line churning out happy brains or compassionate hearts. I can’t take a blowtorch to the jagged cracks in my broken soul. I can’t flip a switch and suddenly become a nicer person. There is no can filled with oil of no rage that will help this groaning bitterness subside.
I despair of ever being present to who I am, let alone becoming better. I look within and see nothing but creasote poles with rusting staples and the tattered yellowing inspirational quotes I have collected over the years beside the well-worn ruts of habits that lead me in circles.
In Old French, habit often meant clothing, dress, or outward appearance, like a monk’s habit or nun’s habit: the clothing that marks a way of life.If only I could see my habits as holy raiment.
Because a habit is not only what is worn outside. It is a repeated way of being that clothes the soul.
A habit begins as an inward repetition, but it rarely stays hidden. Over time, it can leak into the outer world.
A habit of resentment leaks out as envy.
A habit of gratitude leaks out as generosity.
A habit of fear leaks out as the need for control.
A habit of prayer leaks out as patience.
A habit of contempt leaks out as cruelty.
A habit of mercy leaks out as gentleness.
What I repeatedly “wear” inside can eventually becomes visible outside. The soul’s wardrobe becomes the body’s costume.Or perhaps:
What the soul wears long enough, the world eventually sees.
But is this universally true?
Some habits leak outward. Some become visible in tone, posture, choices, reactions, tenderness, irritability, silence, generosity, avoidance.
But much of my inner world remains hidden, even from people who love me.
There are whole rooms inside me that never echo with speech. Longings. Griefs. Strange associations. Private shames. Holy hopes. Images. Old wounds. Dreams that would sound foolish if spoken out loud.Even my kindness can be hidden. Even my faith can be hidden. Even my pain can be hidden.
So the truer version might be:
What is repeated inwardly often shapes the outer life, but it does not always reveal the entirety of the inner life.
The outer self is not a full confession. It is more like a weather report from a continent no one has completely mapped.
And sometimes what leaks out is not the deepest truth, but the most defended part. Anger may leak out while grief stays hidden. Sarcasm may leak out while longing stays hidden. Withdrawal may leak out while love stays hidden. Busyness may leak out while loneliness stays hidden.
So habits do indeed clothe the soul—but the clothing that is revealed is not the whole person.
There is still the hidden self. The unseen self. The self known by God more deeply than by others, or even by me.
To be unseen by the world is not to be unseen by God. To be unknown by the world is not to be unknown by God.Where can I go from Your presence? the Psalmist asks.
My inner world may be hidden. That does not mean it is less real than the outer world. It may be unrevealed, unreceived, unspoken, or still becoming. But hidden is not the same as nonexistent. And unknown by others is not the same as unknowable.In fact, sometimes it feels like what is within is more real than what is without. The challenge is the dichotomy of the two. I am a fragile glass automaton wandering in a blistering world of hard, sharp-edged creatures trying to trip me into a soul shattering fall. All that I have lived for gone in the blink of one mistep.
In the end, I must admit that I don’t really understand either world. My only hope is that what continues to thrive within will overcome the desert without and not the other way around.
#behavior #Change #Despair #Habits #hiding #life #Psalms #Redemption #SoulCare #Writing -
Where Can I Go
I wonder if there are things in me that are broken beyond repair.
That implies that people, I included, are problems to be fixed rather than vessels that can be redeemed, healed, resurrected.
I am not a machine. There is no assembly line churning out happy brains or compassionate hearts. I can’t take a blowtorch to the jagged cracks in my broken soul. I can’t flip a switch and suddenly become a nicer person. There is no can filled with oil of no rage that will help this groaning bitterness subside.
I despair of ever being present to who I am, let alone becoming better. I look within and see nothing but creasote poles with rusting staples and the tattered yellowing inspirational quotes I have collected over the years beside the well-worn ruts of habits that lead me in circles.
In Old French, habit often meant clothing, dress, or outward appearance, like a monk’s habit or nun’s habit: the clothing that marks a way of life.If only I could see my habits as holy raiment.
Because a habit is not only what is worn outside. It is a repeated way of being that clothes the soul.
A habit begins as an inward repetition, but it rarely stays hidden. Over time, it can leak into the outer world.
A habit of resentment leaks out as envy.
A habit of gratitude leaks out as generosity.
A habit of fear leaks out as the need for control.
A habit of prayer leaks out as patience.
A habit of contempt leaks out as cruelty.
A habit of mercy leaks out as gentleness.
What I repeatedly “wear” inside can eventually becomes visible outside. The soul’s wardrobe becomes the body’s costume.Or perhaps:
What the soul wears long enough, the world eventually sees.
But is this universally true?
Some habits leak outward. Some become visible in tone, posture, choices, reactions, tenderness, irritability, silence, generosity, avoidance.
But much of my inner world remains hidden, even from people who love me.
There are whole rooms inside me that never echo with speech. Longings. Griefs. Strange associations. Private shames. Holy hopes. Images. Old wounds. Dreams that would sound foolish if spoken out loud.Even my kindness can be hidden. Even my faith can be hidden. Even my pain can be hidden.
So the truer version might be:
What is repeated inwardly often shapes the outer life, but it does not always reveal the entirety of the inner life.
The outer self is not a full confession. It is more like a weather report from a continent no one has completely mapped.
And sometimes what leaks out is not the deepest truth, but the most defended part. Anger may leak out while grief stays hidden. Sarcasm may leak out while longing stays hidden. Withdrawal may leak out while love stays hidden. Busyness may leak out while loneliness stays hidden.
So habits do indeed clothe the soul—but the clothing that is revealed is not the whole person.
There is still the hidden self. The unseen self. The self known by God more deeply than by others, or even by me.
To be unseen by the world is not to be unseen by God. To be unknown by the world is not to be unknown by God.Where can I go from Your presence? the Psalmist asks.
My inner world may be hidden. That does not mean it is less real than the outer world. It may be unrevealed, unreceived, unspoken, or still becoming. But hidden is not the same as nonexistent. And unknown by others is not the same as unknowable.In fact, sometimes it feels like what is within is more real than what is without. The challenge is the dichotomy of the two. I am a fragile glass automaton wandering in a blistering world of hard, sharp-edged creatures trying to trip me into a soul shattering fall. All that I have lived for gone in the blink of one mistep.
In the end, I must admit that I don’t really understand either world. My only hope is that what continues to thrive within will overcome the desert without and not the other way around.
#behavior #Change #Despair #Habits #hiding #life #Psalms #Redemption #SoulCare #Writing -
Op deze grauwe #vrijdag een beetje zelf-promotie mag wel, toch? Lekker thuis binnen blijven en heel hard onze #muziek draaien? Als je schrikt van de term #ROCK begin dan eens met onze song #DESPAiR. Wie weet wil je de rest dan ook horen. Laat weten wat je ervan vindt. (+ of -).
Nu ook op SoundCloud (Gratis en Europees, joepie):
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Op deze grauwe #vrijdag een beetje zelf-promotie mag wel, toch? Lekker thuis binnen blijven en heel hard onze #muziek draaien? Als je schrikt van de term #ROCK begin dan eens met onze song #DESPAiR. Wie weet wil je de rest dan ook horen. Laat weten wat je ervan vindt. (+ of -).
Nu ook op SoundCloud (Gratis en Europees, joepie):
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#Google and #Amazon are building #nuclear #fission #reactors to power data centers and calling it #sustainable
I know it's old news, but when I saw mention of this just now, a lot of #despair arose for me. The crash is ramping up and it's going to hurt when it comes. It already hurts now.
#nuclearfission #nuclearreactors #nuclearreactor #sustainability #datacenter #datacenters #datacentre #datacentres #AI #LLM #ecocide #climate #climatecatastrophe #AMZ #GOOG #GOOGL #sustainableenergy #energy #powerplant #powerplants #radiation #irradiation #nuclearwaste #bigtech
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#Google and #Amazon are building #nuclear #fission #reactors to power data centers and calling it #sustainable
I know it's old news, but when I saw mention of this just now, a lot of #despair arose for me. The crash is ramping up and it's going to hurt when it comes. It already hurts now.
#nuclearfission #nuclearreactors #nuclearreactor #sustainability #datacenter #datacenters #datacentre #datacentres #AI #LLM #ecocide #climate #climatecatastrophe #AMZ #GOOG #GOOGL #sustainableenergy #energy #powerplant #powerplants #radiation #irradiation #nuclearwaste #bigtech
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“With the exception of professional rationalists, today people #despair of true #knowledge. If the only significant history of #humanthought were to be written, it would have to be #history of its successive regrets and impotences.” - #AlbertCamus
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“With the exception of professional rationalists, today people #despair of true #knowledge. If the only significant history of #humanthought were to be written, it would have to be #history of its successive regrets and impotences.” - #AlbertCamus
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The anti-vax push is targeted murder. Of children.
There are no logical reality based reasons to against proven health policies, so it has to be this:
Deliberately limiting vaccine access disproportionately affects poor and minority communities. Communities that typically vote against #republican #fascism.
Because raining down #death and #despair on the #powerless is the constant goal of these #gop #monsters
#DefendDemocracy
#DefeatRepublicanshttps://apnews.com/article/childhood-vaccine-schedule-trump-rfk-hhs-d04ba53d6820cc7194a4885e2418d132
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The anti-vax push is targeted murder. Of children.
There are no logical reality based reasons to against proven health policies, so it has to be this:
Deliberately limiting vaccine access disproportionately affects poor and minority communities. Communities that typically vote against #republican #fascism.
Because raining down #death and #despair on the #powerless is the constant goal of these #gop #monsters
#DefendDemocracy
#DefeatRepublicanshttps://apnews.com/article/childhood-vaccine-schedule-trump-rfk-hhs-d04ba53d6820cc7194a4885e2418d132
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It is characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things.
Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862) American philosopher and writer
Walden; or, Life in the Woods, ch. 1 “Economy” (1854)More about this quote: wist.info/thoreau-henry-david/…
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #thoreau #henrydavidthoreau #despair #desperation #fear #wisdom #panic
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目指せ Мріяти
燃え続けるホムラ
Глузування лунає далеко,https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=27957628
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#AI生成 #star #end #sky #into #night #wind #only #embrace #echoes #light #derision #afar #heart #never #give #flame #keep #your #gaze #soar #single #light #away #despair #moment #wing #burn #out #never #not #sake #worthy
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目指せ Мріяти
燃え続けるホムラ
Глузування лунає далеко,https://note.com/deadly_poison_0/n/nd1580c3d2a7c
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#AI生成 #star #end #sky #into #night #wind #only #embrace #echoes #light #derision #afar #heart #never #give #flame #keep #your #gaze #soar #single #light #away #despair #moment #wing #burn #out #never #not #sake #worthy
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This morning I have been mostly staring down the barrel of the rest of my life as a wage slave gradually sliding into decrepitude, dementia and death.
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目指せ Мріяти
燃え続けるホムラ
Глузування лунає далеко,https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=27957628
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#AI生成 #star #end #sky #into #night #wind #only #embrace #echoes #light #derision #afar #heart #never #give #flame #keep #your #gaze #soar #single #light #away #despair #moment #wing #burn #out #never #not #sake #worthy
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目指せ Мріяти
燃え続けるホムラ
Глузування лунає далеко,https://note.com/deadly_poison_0/n/nd1580c3d2a7c
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#AI生成 #star #end #sky #into #night #wind #only #embrace #echoes #light #derision #afar #heart #never #give #flame #keep #your #gaze #soar #single #light #away #despair #moment #wing #burn #out #never #not #sake #worthy
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We might be concerned that profound expressions of grief and pain might lead people toward nihilistic #despair.
While that still might be possible, such is not the case when it comes to the Book of #Lamentations.
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#Despair #Courage #Resignation #Pensees #Evil #French #Philosophy
More Joubert (transl Auster):
"Resignation is a hundred times easier than courage, for it has a motive outside of us* and courage does not. If both diminish evils, let us use the one that diminishes it the most. (*Outside us, that is to say beyond our will.)" -
🎉 Oh joy, an 11.9% increase in bankruptcies! Let's all celebrate by filing for our own, because nothing says financial stability like a #surge in #economic #despair. But fear not, because at least the .gov site is secure 🔒—now that's what really matters, right? 😂
https://www.uscourts.gov/data-news/judiciary-news/2026/04/23/bankruptcies-increase-119-percent #bankruptcy #financialstability #securegovsite #humor #HackerNews #ngated -
Painting on paper, 20 x 30 cm: Ambiguous impulses for your mental cinema!
#kunst #analogueArt #painting #mentalCinema #contemporaryArt #rubberStamp #reliefPrinting #acrylicColours #climateActionNow #saveBioDiversity #systemChange #endFossilFuels #makeArtNotWar #NoRacism #noAFD #NoFascism #elephant #pinkElephant #skateBoard #dresser #drawers #surrealism #dali #salvadorDali #spiderLegs #stilts #littleBirds #flyingBirds #kolibris #freedom #screamingLoud #screamingHead #screamingMan #despair -
Painting on paper, 20 x 30 cm: Ambiguous impulses for your mental cinema!
#kunst #analogueArt #painting #mentalCinema #contemporaryArt #rubberStamp #reliefPrinting #acrylicColours #climateActionNow #saveBioDiversity #systemChange #endFossilFuels #makeArtNotWar #NoRacism #noAFD #NoFascism #crying #despair #depression #screamingLoud #screamingHead #screamingMan #astronaut #spaceSuit #outerSpace #innerSpace #spaceTravel #universe #ressources #earthOvershootDay #negative #positive -
Painting on paper, 20 x 30 cm: Ambiguous impulses for your mental cinema!
#kunst #analogueArt #painting #mentalCinema #contemporaryArt #rubberStamp #reliefPrinting #acrylicColours #climateActionNow #saveBioDiversity #systemChange #endFossilFuels #makeArtNotWar #NoRacism #noAFD #NoFascism #peopleOfColor #womanLaughing #laughter #poc #equalRights #emancipation #crying #despair #depression #screamingLoud #screamingHead #screamingMan #colourful #colours #diversity #queer #identity #rainbowFlag -
Painting on paper, 20 x 30 cm: Ambiguous impulses for your mental cinema!
#kunst #analogueArt #painting #mentalCinema #contemporaryArt #rubberStamp #reliefPrinting #acrylicColours #climateActionNow #saveBioDiversity #systemChange #endFossilFuels #makeArtNotWar #NoRacism #noAFD #NoFascism #peopleOfColor #womanLaughing #laughter #poc #equalRights #emancipation #astronaut #spaceSuit #outerSpace #innerSpace #ressources #earthOvershootDay #dancer #masculinity #crying #despair #depression