“Then when G-d asks [Cain], ‘Where is your brother Abel?’ he arrogantly responds, ‘I do not know. Am I my brother’s keeper?’ In essence, the entire Bible is written as an affirmative response to this question.”
— Rabbi Joseph Telushkin, Jewish Literacy (via levoneh)
From the Wikipedia page about the Fermi Paradox: Given the high scientific probability for alien existence, why can we find no evidence of their existence whatsoever?
The light is nervous and quiet -
Urszula M. Benka, To the Last Man on Earth, In the Hour of His Death tr. Regina Grol
Some of the first photographs ever taken inside the Lascaux caves (France, 1947).
theories which isolate art and its appreciation by placing them in a realm of their own, disconnected from other modes of experiencing, are not inherent in the subject-matter, but arise because of specifiable extraneous conditions. […] Theory can start with and from acknowledged works of art only when the esthetic is already compartmentalized, or only when works of art are set in a niche apart instead of being celebrations, recognized as such, of the things of ordinary experience. Even a crude experience, if authentically an experience, is more fit to give a clue to the intrinsic nature of esthetic experience than is an object already set apart from any other mode of experience.
- John Dewey, Art as Experience
For, when what he knows as art is relegated to the museum and gallery, the unconquerable impulse towards experiences enjoyable in themselves finds such outlet as the daily environment provides.
- John Dewey, Art as Experience
as if you could not enjoy love without pain.
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
Make much of me why don't you.
Matthea Harvery, Not So Much Miniature As Far Away
The darkness was more compassionate to his swollen and violent heart.
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
FOR RENT: / an empty sky
- Agata Tuszyńska, Classified Ads tr. Regina Grol
I want them to go on kissing, without fear. I want to watch them and not feel so abandoned by hands. Come home. Everything is begging you.
Ada Limón, It Begins With The Trees