In a world of faces covered with masks,
I see your face,
I see your mouth..
and it attracts me.
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catch of the day ,)
nada ..some fish
The freezing cold salt water is one of the best for your skin and health.
This time of year I use a half suit
Vit D booster!
no decisions made
Renaissance is where it begins.
The meaning of life interests me. The way we have sterilised death for the last decades wonders me. We are now in a time of a standstill to protect people from dying of a virus to the extent that we start to harm and loose people because of it.
Eskimos have a complete different view on how you go to The afterlife, one of the most well-known stories about the Eskimos is the strange practice that they have adopted when facing death, and old age. The contrast of how these people lived compare to our spoiled or civilised way of looking at life is immense and think we can learn something. It seems that we feel we are in shortage of too much due to the lockdowns and restrictions. Has wealth brought a better quality of life is the question..
According to the popular conception, Eskimos must work so hard to survive that they simply cannot manage to support adults who are no longer contributing to the well-being of the group.
Thus, when old-age strikes, rather than waiting around as they dwindle toward death, eating food their companions fight to catch and clothing their companions struggle to construct, the elderly Eskimos are taken to sea, and set adrift on a floating iceberg.
Alone on their iceberg, the elderly must inevitably freeze or starve to death, facing their end, uncomfortable, and horrifyingly alone.
However, it is important not to instill modern Western values on the practices of another culture.
To see this as a disgraceful abandonment of those they should love the most is to fail to understand the dire circumstances which might lead to such a practice, as well as the spiritual understanding that might justify it.
As the Eskimos believed that another world awaited their dead, they would not be sending the elderly off to die and disappear, but to move on to the afterlife.
It is extremely important to understand how difficult survival was for an Eskimo family, and each person had to put their full attention toward their own survival. Though tasks may be shifted around so that the women accomplished the household tasks for both women and men, and the men hunted for both men and women, the productivity equaled out to just about one person’s daily work to accomplish one person’s daily needs.
For the old to be sent out to sea could actually be a blessing, a way to gracefully exit without becoming a burden and a point of resentment. In a way, this allowed the elderly to be preserved, in the minds of the living, in a more ideal state—untainted. They would be spared disgraces such as senility and loss of bodily function, and would, in some sense, be granted an opportunity to die without first decaying.
I hope we can learn to see the afterlife like they do, to have faith that something beautiful awaits us.
With that in mind we can maybe change our approach to this event of virus we are in and leave the choice to the people how and when to find their way to the afterlife .
Combination of a painting and a photo
Rough and mat versus soft and shiny
Behind the scenes I watch in silence
“He who does not understand your silence will not understand your words.”
Silence is not just lack of noise.
It’s an empty space for your mind to recover clarity. And to protect it from mental noise.
We have so many noises in our lives these days.
Social media notifications, Netflix binging, overthinking, constantly being surrounded by others, and overloading our calendars are just many of the infinite ways to avoid silence.
We’ve turned noise into entertainment , it provides a temporary distraction so you can’t pay attention.
The problem is when that noise becomes escapism.
Silence is not about the absence of sound but the presence of something else.
Your mind is like a canvas, if it’s full of noise, you can’t paint anything new on it.
When we are in silence, we make room for everything else.
That silence is not a luxury, it’s essential. Being in front of white canvas or blank page can be intimidating.
Silence is always ambiguous.
Quiet is a think tank of the soul.
We take the world through its ears.