De los diversos instrumentos inventados por el hombre, el más asombroso es el libro; todos los demás son extensiones de su cuerpo; sólo el libro es una extensión de la imaginación y la memoria

We who cannot even put our own planetary home in order, riven with rivalries and hatreds; are we to venture out into space? (…)

It will not be we who reach Alpha Centauri and the other nearby stars, it will be a species very like us, but with more of our strengths and fewer of our weaknesses. More confident, far seeing, capable, and prudent.

For all our failings, despite our limitations and fallibilities, We Humans are Capable of Greatness.

Carl Sagan, “We humans are capable of greatness.” 

paranoiac-roflcopter said: Hey there. Thanks for the message. I'm suffering from depression and anxiety, and yesterday it was particularly bad. Now I'm just trying to keep my head up and not worry about things. Take care

Ok. I’m here if you ever want to talk. In the meantime, thank you for all the randomness on your tumblr. 

There’s something so foreign about family. It’s like an ill-fitting suit. I never connected to the concept.
Wir sind das Haus in der Luft.
Science and Space
Heaven and earth
Art and Science

Wir sind das Haus in der Luft.
Science and Space
Heaven and earth
Art and Science

Hey, there, little red riding hood

You sure are looking good

You’re everything a big bad wolf could want

Little red riding hood

I don’t think little big girls should

Go walking in these spooky old woods alone

What big eyes you have

The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad

Just to see that you don’t get chased

I think I oughta walk with you for a ways

What full lips you have

They’re sure to lure someone bad

So until you get to Grandma’s place

I think you oughta walk with me and be safe

Gonna keep my sheep suit on

'Til I'm sure that you've been shown

That I can be trusted walking with you alone

Little red riding hood

I’d like to hold you if I could

But you might think I’m a big bad wolf so I won’t

What a big heart I have

The better to love you with

Little red riding hood

Even bad wolves can be good

I try to keep satisfied

Just to walk close by your side

Maybe you’ll see things my way

'Fore we get to Grandma's place

Little red riding hood

You sure are looking good

You’re everything a big bad wolf could want

Little red riding hood

I don’t think little big girls should

Go walking in these spooky old woods alone

What big eyes you have

The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad

Just to see that you don’t get chased

I think I oughta walk with you for a ways

What full lips you have

They’re sure to lure someone bad

So until you get to Grandma’s place

I think you oughta walk with me and be safe

Painting: Caspar David Friedrich - Wanderer über dem Nebelmeer——————-Edgar Allan Poe - A Dream Within a Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone? 
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Painting: Caspar David Friedrich - Wanderer über dem Nebelmeer
——————-
Edgar Allan Poe - A Dream Within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow —

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone? 

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand —

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep — while I weep!

O God! Can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

Nina Cassian - Ispita

She left this world a month ago. Almost at the same time, two travelers found a book in the desert.

——-

Îþi fãgãduiesc sã te fac mai viu decât ai fost vreodatã.


Pentru prima oarã îþi vei vedea porii
deschizându-se
ca niºte boturi de peºti ºi-þi vei putea asculta
rumoarea sângelui în galerii
ºi vei simþi lumina lunecîndu-þi pe cornee
ca trena unei rochii; pentru prima oarã
vei înregistra înþepãtura gravitaþiei
ca un spin în cãlcâiul tãu,
ºi omoplaþii te vor durea de imperativul 
aripilor.

Îþi fãgãduiesc sã te fac atât de viu, încât
cãderea prafului pe mobile sã te asurzeascã,
sã-þi simþi sprâncenele ca pe douã rãni
în formare
ºi amintirile tale sã-þi parã cã încep
de la facerea lumii.

Din volumul 
"Spectacol în aer liber - o altã monografie a dragostei"
Editura Albatros, 1961

Ordeal
I promise to make you more alive than you’ve ever been.
For the first time you’ll see your pores opening
like the gills of a fish and you’ll hear
the noise of blood in galleries
and feel light gliding on your corneas
like the dragging of a dress across the floor.
For the first time, you’ll note gravity’s prick
like a thorn in your heal,
and your shoulder blades will hurt from the imperative of wings.
I promise to make you so alive that
the fall of dust on furniture will deafen you,
and you’ll feel your eyebrows like two wounds forming
and your memories will seem to begin
with the creation of the world.

Two music boxes I’ve always wanted.
Music of the night
Once upon a december

Five angels of music

Five angels of music