“The word consider comes to us from around 1350 CE, and it traces its origins through the Middle English consideren and the Latin considerare, both words meaning “with the stars” or “in the company of the stars”. Those origins are shared with other English words like constellation and sidereal, the former describing a whole group of stars glowing up there in the night sky, and the latter meaning simply “starry” and by extension, celestial or heavenly…”
(from Beyond The Fields We Know)
No, the point is not only does time fly and do we die, but that in these reckless conditions we live at all, and are vouchsafed, for the duration of certain inexplicable moments, to know it.
Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don’t stop to think, don’t interrupt the scream, exhale, release life’s rapture. Everything is blooming. Everything is flying. Everything is screaming, choking on its screams. Laughter. Running. Let-down hair. That is all there is to life.
Arnold Newman (American, 1918-2006), Pablo Picasso, 1954, Gelatin silver print (from theshipthatflew)
Paul Cézanne, Pots en terre cuite et fleurs, 1888-1890, Barnes Foundation (from theshipthatflew)
William-Adolphe Bouguereau , Evening Mood, 1882 (from marsiouxpial)
Max Richter, “Infra 5” (from theshipthatflew & invisiblestories)
Artist unknown, opaque watercolour on paper, India, 19th century (from theshipthatflew via: VAM)
Paul Landacre, “Sultry Day” (from A Journey Around My Skull)
