“Mythology is not a lie, mythology is poetry, it is metaphorical. It has
been well said that mythology is the penultimate truth–penultimate
because the ultimate cannot be put into words. It is beyond words.
Beyond images, beyond that bounding rim of the Buddhist Wheel of
Becoming. Mythology pitches the mind beyond that rim, to what can be
known but not told.”
~ Joseph Campbell
Original Acrylic painting by Tomasz Alen Kopera ~ Color and photo editing/animation by George RedHawk
my japanese teacher was telling us how americans would trick japanese tourists into buying shirts with swear words on them because they didn’t understand and thought it was some cool american slogan or shit
and all i could think about was ‘alfred you’re such a dick’
Numerous divinatory arts have been practiced by Muslim societies across the centuries. Since God has absolute control of the universe and of all that we see and understand, omens such as dreams could be recognized as God-given signs.
The ‘Science of the Sand’ (ilm al-raml) is a divinatory technique that interprets a series of figures made of clusters of dots or lines. It can be used to answer all manner of questions from the fidelity of a spouse to the gender of an unborn child. This extraordinary and unique Geomantic Tablet made in Syria (639 AH / 1241–2), made of brass, silver and gold, offered an alternative way to produce geomantic figures normally traced manually in the sand.
You can see it on display, until next weekend, in our Power and Protection exhibition which explores Islamic art and the supernatural.
It’s in my nature to be kind, gentle, and loving, but know this: When
it comes to matters of protecting my friend, my family, and my heart, do
not trifle with me. For I am also the most powerful and relentless
creature you will ever know.
Looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll:
Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you:
Looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll:
Looks like they could kill you and could actually kill you:
Wanted to sneak into a bakery at night to eat all the cinnamon rolls they wanted to for free once but thought about it and realized that they would go to jail for doing so and realized that it wasn't worth it in the end:
“My soul sees its equal in you.” All that was before her melted into amber and truth. And, with a kiss, Shahrzad let herself fall. For the boy who was an impossible, improbable study in contrasts. The boy who burned her life to cinder, only to remake of it a world unlike any she had ever known.”