“Geography has no bearing on it, nor have the interests of the community in which I work.”

Yves Tanguy

Untitled (Julius Caesar) and Untitled (Abraham Lincoln) by Nick van Woert

Edgar D. Mitchell, In the Shadow of the Moon

[He notices John staring at the words "love" and "hate" tattooed across his knuckles]

“Ah, little lad, you’re staring at my fingers. Would you like me to tell you the little story of right-hand / left-hand? The story of good and evil? H.A.T.E! It was with this left hand that old brother Cain struck the blow that laid his brother low. L.O.V.E! You see these fingers, dear hearts? These fingers has veins that run straight to the soul of man. The right hand, friends, the hand of Love. Now watch, and I’ll show you the story of life. These fingers, dear hearts, is always a-warring and a-tugging, one agin t’other. Now watch ‘em! Old brother left hand, left hand he’s a fighting, and it looks like Love’s a goner. But wait a minute! Wait a minute… Hot dog, Love’s a winning! Yessirree! It’s Love that won, and old left hand Hate is down for the count!”

Rev. Harry Powell

…in the arctic sea, fishing for eels.

THERE is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In the cold grave—under the deep, deep sea,
Or in wide desert where no life is found,
Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;
No voice is hush’d—no life treads silently,
But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free,
That never spoke, over the idle ground:
But in green ruins, in the desolate walls
Of antique palaces, where Man hath been,
Though the dun fox or wild hyena calls,
And owls, that flit continually between,
Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan—
There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.

Thomas Hood

“(…) obsession with the hidden…” Rene Magritte

Beauty was his mask until time ripped it from his face  /  With a combination of regrets and cigarettes wet, and reddened with wine
All he wants is the ending to his crippled fairytale   /  The girl she was a mess and a riddle and smelt of lavender and lies
Running on empty faith and dreams eventually burns out   /  She spoke in double negatives before collapsing down the hall
So all he asked to ease the pain was:”How long does youth last?”  / And whispered:”It’s the worst of all feelings when you don’t feel nothing at all.”

I wish for a million wishes said the smart-ass kid on the hill
And try to make her laugh ’cause if I don’t, I’m scared nobody will.
Look: the painting of a painting, of an easel by the sea.
Let’s laugh and listen to music the tall grass folded underneath.

And look at the bottom of the ocean with our four eyes open wide.  /  If we are just a grain in time’s eternal hourglass, what then?
And try our best to give ourselves a purpose when we know there isn’t one.  /   To climb up to the top and fall the bottom all again.
She will break the cycle, doesn’t need a reason to believe.  /  I’ve lived this all before and I’ll live this all over and over

Time runs in a circle, time runs in a circle not a line

Innocence is but a veil for demons underneath  /  With a misconception of the view of space and the place of the divine
Oh but nothing’s lost forever if everything repeats  /  The boy was running late did he forget that everything straight is a lie
“So this must all have a meaning.” he thought, closing his eyes  /  There’s a reason for the seasons and the motions of the things I cannot see
All he prayed was that tomorrow he wouldn’t tell one lie  /  And hell and paradise are pale compared to always having to be me

I wish for a million wishes said the smart-ass kid on the hill
And try to make her laugh ’cause if I don’t, I’m scared nobody will.
Look: the painting of a painting, of an easel by the sea.
Let’s laugh and listen to music the tall grass folded underneath.

And look at the bottom of the ocean with our four eyes open wide  /  If we are just a grain in time’s eternal hourglass, what then?
And try our best to give ourselves a purpose when we know there isn’t one  /   To climb up to the top and fall the bottom all again.
She will break the cycle, doesn’t need a reason to believe  /  I’ve lived this all before and I’ll live this all over and over

Time runs in a circle, time runs in a circle not a line

And a lot more here.

Hoover Dam Bypass. Any questions?

Guess some people are really into them.

“When you become totally egoless, you can disappear into your own self.”

Alan Aldridge