Submitted 1 day ago by fossilesque@mander.xyz to science_memes@mander.xyz
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Beautiful.
Identity is just something our brains invent to better make sense of the world. It doesn’t exist as anything other than a thought. You are the universe and the universe is me. The only thing that goes away when anything “dies”, is the illusiory and self-imposed border between the “individual” and the rest of it all.
Goddamn onion ninjas…
Nature is poetry.
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Um, ackschually…
The flickering of them in the atmosphere is her so it’s just justified enough for a poem
So… Chickens = zombie dinosaurs? /s
fartsparkles@lemmy.world 1 day ago
I love the indentations and line breaks of the original when first published:
Do not stand
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry—
I am not there,
I did not die.
— Clare Harner, The Gypsy, December 1934
dditty@lemm.ee 1 day ago
Beautiful prose, thanks for sharing fartsparkles@lemmy.world