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27 de marzo

«Qué vieja la necesidad de amar. Qué imposibilidad de una mano amiga. Qué deseo rotundo y aniñado de no dormir sola esta noche. Qué deseo absurdo y absoluto de que G. me llame al alba y confiese que me ama.»

Hay que buscarse un amante...

“Amante es:

"Lo que nos apasiona”. Lo que ocupa nuestro pensamiento antes de dormir y es también quien a veces, no nos deja hacerlo. Nuestro amante es lo que nos vuelve distraídos frente al entorno. Lo que nos deja saber que la vida tiene motivación y sentido.A veces a nuestro amante lo encontramos en nuestra pareja, en otros casos en alguien que no es nuestra pareja. También solemos hallarlo en la investigación científica, en la literatura, en la música, en la política, en el deporte, en el trabajo cuando es vocacional, en la necesidad de trascender espiritualmente, en la amistad, en la buena mesa, en el estudio, o en el obsesivo placer de un hobby…En fin, es “alguien” o “algo” que nos pone de “novio con la vida” y nos aparta del triste destino de durar…“

vía (Nietzche para los pobres)

Tacto.

Home Sweet Homicide by Walter Stackpool (1959)

Apollonia Saintclair 712 - 20170212 Le masque de la Méduse

James Turrell a retrospective

“I just hope my death makes more cents than my life.”

Joker (2019) 

“That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there—on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”

— CARL SAGAN about The Pale Blue Dot, taken 30 years ago on February 14, 1990, by the Voyager 1 space probe from 6 billion kilometers (3.7 billion miles) away from Earth.