You could call it a suicide mission. And many people have. McLane says it’s really no more of a suicide …
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It makes sense to deal with new tasks until the day you die. Ido Portal
Kid, Mum taught me that if each day, we leave crumbs, birds would come. She died, and I kept the …
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I have always struggled with the concept of perinatal death. At which point do we gain consciousness? I don’t remember. …
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Infinity mathematics to me is meaningless because it’s like abstract nonsense. In my opinion infinity is only a fiction of …
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As a human being, member of society, you must clearly state your mind. It’s a responsibility. It is the way …
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It’s easy to kill your body, it’s easy to kill your brain, but I think it’s possible for everybody to …
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There is a tree in St. James’s Park, that has it’s trunk broken, but continues to live. I like its …
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Your browser does not support HTML5 video BBC: The Hunt For Higgs Toto regarde par la fenêtre. Deux hommes attendent …
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Leonard Koren wrote a beautiful book about Wabi-Sabi. After Ichi go ichi e, Wabi-Sabi is another Japanese concept having its …
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I think it was when I was old enough to learn the first degree equations, that I had this Math …
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Oiseau qui aime à rire au soleil, dans la lueur de l’aube torride, tu nargues les bateaux lointains. Le voyageur …
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When wet, the black mud—“hedoro” in japanese—left by the sea after the March 11th tsunami, smells like putrid sea water, …
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Capão is a hippie settlement at the border of the Chapada Diamantina National Park, 400 kilometers west of Salvador, Brazil. …
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Olinda, Brazil, January 2011 “This is not photography, this is art”, he said, pointing to his photographic work. “No, because …
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I almost stepped on my brain, but at the last moment I recognized it, and avoided what would had been …
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In this little restaurant in Barra Grande, there was a TV playing music. On the screen, in the lower left …
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