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Drift. //
The Dragon’s Path. // amyipaguana:

KIMIHITO
Inside and Out. // malformalady:

Fasciated  stem of Pride of Madeira(Echium candicans).  Fasciation in relation to botany describes an abnormal flattening of stems due to failure of the lateral branches to separate from the main stem
Time and the Stone. // travel4cornersus:

robynroze:

Hand carved cave in Abiquiu, NM near Ghost Ranch. Abiquiu is a small unincorporated town located in Rio Arriba County, in northern New Mexico.

Plan a trip to New Mexico
Three. //
Shell. //
Fargazer. //
Ocean Size. // norwegianmaria:

One Swaying BeingLove is not condescension, neverthat, nor books, nor any markingon paper, nor what people say ofeach other. Love is a tree withbranches reaching into eternityand roots set deep in eternity,and no trunk! Have you seen it?The mind cannot. Your desiringcannot. The longing you feel forthis loves comes from inside you.When you become the Friend, yourlonging will be as the man inthe ocean who holds to a piece ofwood. Eventually, wood, man, andoceans become one swaying being,Shams Tabriz, the secret of God.
Reflect. //
River of Light, River of Darkness. // jrugs:

Ginko by MissIfa.
Inversion Arcology. // taylorgrindley:

Intelligent Pencil

Because we can imagine, we are free. //

Through crimson stars and silent stars and tumbling nebulas like oceans set on fire, through empires of glass and civilizations of pure thought and a whole terrible wonderful universe of impossibilities. 

Patience. //

salaciathehalfman:

the—-cat-is-called-hamish:

thefrogman:

Photographed by Lessy Sebasatian/HotSpot Media

frogs and snails in one picture

thank you dash

cutest post of the day goes to

Balance. //

actuallygrimes:

magicalnaturetour:

Praying Mantis Rides Snail Through Borneo Jungle. (Photos by Nordin Seruyan/Barcroft Media)

this is so beautiful holy crap

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Vessel Codex. //

Ideas are alive. Ideas are free.


Imagine every idea worth spreading, like seeds on winds of sheer light. Light a candle; Pass it on.


Imagine --

A geodesic biodome, here on our own ground; surrounding a settlement that's learned to live in balance, safeguarding its seeds from wind and rain and hurricane, starfall and nightfall and snowfall and fire. Preserving the chance for a second chance.

Imagine --

A geodesic biosphere, adrift in skies above; A lightweight scaffolding surrounds a blue breathing sky; Drifting free, suspended by gravity above the surface of the smaller sphere it envelops. Both crafted from resilient spindles, noded together like tinkertoys; the skysphere surface uniform, the terrasphere surface crinkled to make way for new streams and hilltops. This small world's crevices teem with new life. Far from being alone, its peers might ring our solar system. Countless eggs in many baskets.

Each small world hosts a fractal portion of our collective cultural record; networked, ephemeral, redundant. Each small world safeguards a vault of adamantine diamonds, the most permanent substance we know, each holographically etched with the visible traces of Earth's collective lore.

One quantum future of many, for growers and worldbuilders. Creating some space and some time, for humanity to relearn perspective, and heal our wounded world.


Step 1: Ensure that the better part of us survives, on Earth, reweaving our world. Step 2: Ensure that the better part of us survives, in orbit, rewriting our odds. Step 3: Ensure that the better part of us survives, in the timeless, vast beyond.

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