And Now I'm Home

Shattered hope, once again something just out of my reach.
I don’t know how I do it, how I strangle myself and release just before I stop breathing. Disconnect from the world and yet remain so dependant on it.
I am who I need to be and that’s what keeps me frozen but mobile. Whoever I was is now another person slipped away into the past. Another face I’ll never see again.

philphys: “As man advances in civilization, and small tribes are united into larger communities, the simplest reason would tell each individual that he ought to extend his social instincts and sympathies to all the members of the same nation, though personally unknown to him. This point being once reached, there is only an artificial barrier to prevent his sympathies extending to the men of all nations and races. If, indeed, such men are separated from him by great differences in appearance or habits, experience unfortunately shews us how long it is, before we look at them as our fellow-creatures. Sympathy beyond the confines of man, that is, humanity to the lower animals, seems to be one of the latest moral acquisitions. It is apparently unfelt by savages, except towards their pets. How little the old Romans knew of it is shewn by their abhorrent gladiatorial exhibitions. The very idea of humanity, as far as I could observe, was new to most of the Gauchos of the Pampas. This virtue, one of the noblest with which man is endowed, seems to arise incidentally from our sympathies becoming more tender and more widely diffused, until they are extended to all sentient beings. As soon as this virtue is honoured and practised by some few men, it spreads through instruction and example to the young, and eventually becomes incorporated in public opinion.” -Charles Darwin, The Descent of Man (1871)

philphys:

“As man advances in civilization, and small tribes are united into larger communities, the simplest reason would tell each individual that he ought to extend his social instincts and sympathies to all the members of the same nation, though personally unknown to him. This point being once reached, there is only an artificial barrier to prevent his sympathies extending to the men of all nations and races. If, indeed, such men are separated from him by great differences in appearance or habits, experience unfortunately shews us how long it is, before we look at them as our fellow-creatures. Sympathy beyond the confines of man, that is, humanity to the lower animals, seems to be one of the latest moral acquisitions. It is apparently unfelt by savages, except towards their pets. How little the old Romans knew of it is shewn by their abhorrent gladiatorial exhibitions. The very idea of humanity, as far as I could observe, was new to most of the Gauchos of the Pampas. This virtue, one of the noblest with which man is endowed, seems to arise incidentally from our sympathies becoming more tender and more widely diffused, until they are extended to all sentient beings. As soon as this virtue is honoured and practised by some few men, it spreads through instruction and example to the young, and eventually becomes incorporated in public opinion.”

-Charles Darwin, The Descent of Man (1871)

(via theuniverseishuge)

Now I know, “Spanish harlem” are not just pretty words
to say.
I thought I knew, but now I know that rose trees never grow,
in New York city.

Until you’ve seen this trash can dream come true,
You stand at the edge, while people run you through.
And I thank the Lord, there’s people out there like you,
I thank the Lord there’s people out there like you.

While Mona Lisas and mad hatters,
sons of bankers, sons of lawyers,
turn around and say, “good morning” to the night.
For unless they see the sky, but they can’t and that is why,
they know not if it’s dark out side or light.

This Broadway’s got, its got a lot of songs to sing,
if I knew the tunes I might join in.
I go my way alone, grow my own,
my own seeds shall be sown, in New York city.
Subways no way , for a good man to go down,
Rich man can ride, and the hobo he can drown.

And I thank the Lord for the people I have found,
I thank the Lord for the people I have found.

While Mona Lisas and mad hatters,
sons of bankers, sons of lawyers,
turn around and say, “good morning” to the night.
For unless they see the sky, but they can’t and that is why,
they know not if it’s dark out side or light.

And now I know, “Spanish harlem” are not just pretty words
to say.
I thought I knew, but now I know that rose trees never grow,
in New York city.
Subways no way, for a good man to go down,
Rich man can ride, and the hobo he can drown.

And I thank the Lord for the people I have found,
I thank the Lord for the people I have found.

While Mona Lisas and mad hatters,
sons of bankers, sons of lawyers,
turn around and say, “good morning” to the night.
For unless they see the sky, but they can’t and that is why,
they know not if it’s dark outside or light,
they know not if it’s dark outside or light.

In a simple experiment, researchers at the University of Chicago sought to find out whether a rat would release a fellow rat from an unpleasantly restrictive cage if it could. The answer was yes. The free rat, occasionally hearing distress calls from its compatriot, learned to open the cage and did so with greater efficiency over time. It would release the other animal even if there wasn’t the payoff of a reunion with it. Astonishingly, if given access to a small hoard of chocolate chips, the free rat would usually save at least one treat for the captive — which is a lot to expect of a rat. The researchers came to the unavoidable conclusion that what they were seeing was empathy. 


In a simple experiment, researchers at the University of Chicago sought to find out whether a rat would release a fellow rat from an unpleasantly restrictive cage if it could. The answer was yes.

The free rat, occasionally hearing distress calls from its compatriot, learned to open the cage and did so with greater efficiency over time. It would release the other animal even if there wasn’t the payoff of a reunion with it. Astonishingly, if given access to a small hoard of chocolate chips, the free rat would usually save at least one treat for the captive — which is a lot to expect of a rat.

The researchers came to the unavoidable conclusion that what they were seeing was empathy. 

(via secularmorality)

mysticmementos: The Hermit Represents the journey of self-enlightenment. The hermit is old and decides to live alone; he is discontent with society, becomes reclusive and withdraws. He travels at night, carrying a lantern. By shedding light on and seeing things that only occur at nighttime, he realises the other half of life that he had previously missed out on, literally illuminating his mind.  He represents introspection, self-reflection and discovery through isolation. For many musicians and artists, this phase is entered and then left with new insight and a peak in creativity, and attracted the likes of Jimmy Page.

mysticmementos:

The Hermit

Represents the journey of self-enlightenment. The hermit is old and decides to live alone; he is discontent with society, becomes reclusive and withdraws. He travels at night, carrying a lantern. By shedding light on and seeing things that only occur at nighttime, he realises the other half of life that he had previously missed out on, literally illuminating his mind. 

He represents introspection, self-reflection and discovery through isolation. For many musicians and artists, this phase is entered and then left with new insight and a peak in creativity, and attracted the likes of Jimmy Page.