Saturday, December 14, 2013

Another day to enjoy

Nature contains Nature,
Nature rejoices in her own nature,
Nature surmounts Nature;
Nature cannot be amended but in her own nature

Sometimes in life, we have to make choices. We stand at a crossroad, we have to pick one way or the other. We’d like to forget it all, start over, erase, delete. Yet  we are not computers, and deleting would be too easy. The truth is that we can not forget, the choices we make become part of who we are, and the only thing we can do is to live with our decisions. The yoga tradition calls it sanskara, the modern science calls it cellular memory. If the yoga tradition speaks of previous life imprints, I figure that dealing with one life is already complicated enough, the next life will come soon enough, and I can’t recall anything about before. After all, it seems that in one life, we already have so many lives, why ask too many questions to which we can only get more confusing answers? The rest, we’ll call it art.

Ernst Haeckel

Ernst Haeckel. A scientist with controversial ideas about human evolution and it's origins left behind him drawings of a rare beauty. For him, his drawings were just a side line from his more serious theories about biology. Yet his drawings are so amasingly beautiful in their details and complexity, that one has to be in awe in front of such an eye for seeing the wonders of nature. In Haeckel art, what he called his "doodles", nature appears as a living mandala, rich and alive, infinite in it's variations of shapes and forms. Sea creatures, plants and animals, Haeckel went deep into the mysteries of nature. But enough words, sometimes the most beautiful things are better seen with a silent eye. Welcome to Ernst Haeckel beautiful and magical world...

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Welcome to the machine

Welcome my son
Welcome to the machine
Where have you been?
It's alright we know where you've been

Tuesday, December 03, 2013

41 years later

Once again, I passed another year. 41 years laters, and I am still here, even to my own surprise. For some, it’s old, for other’s it’s the beginning of life. For me, it’s a trip, and oh, what a trip it’s been. Around 40, we’re supposed to be grown ups, we should be adults as the books say. But I don’t believe everything that the book write and I am not quite sure what an adult is yet. So, for this time, let’s take a look at what those 41 years in this life has taught me and if I even learned anything...