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Efter att ha vadat i den mest grunda tidsström, ska jag nu doppa mig i evigheten.
Henry David Thoreau, Dagboksanteckningar 1837-1861
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so you saw … something? maybe a shadow, maybe not? no! you didn’t! you did not! and if you still think you did? keep it to yourself! I want no part, I’ve seen enough for one life, maybe more.
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Evighetens | Sørdlyset Tempel (2022)
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Happy Valentine's Day!
For @claraxbarton:
För Evigheten
Vince + Adam + a romantic dinner date + the promise of forever.
And for @keyshui:
Lost and Found
If anyone had told Leon three months ago that today he'd be preparing to scene with the Calgary Flames' very own Matthew Tkachuk, he'd have shot them. Not only is that ridiculous, but it feels highly insulting. Leon is second-in-command of one of the most powerful—the most powerful, actually—organized crime groups in Alberta. He's got his pick of any submissive he wants, and Matthew Tkachuk is last on that list.
Apparently a lot can change in three months, though, because now Leon is here.
Thank you to @hockeyficexchange for setting this up!
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Vi som bor i jordens riker, her hvor døden ennå rår,
priser deg for morgenstjernen som for våre øyne står!
Fylt av sang vi går mot lyset, trosser sorg og nederlag,
mens vi ser mot soloppgangen, evighetens morgendag.
We who live in earthly kingdoms, wherein death has power still, / praise you for the morning star that ever stands before our eyes! / Filled with song we wander light-wards, despite sorrow and defeat, / while we look towards the sunrise, the dawn of eternity.
(Original tune is Beethoven's Ode to Joy, English hymn written as Joyful, joyful we adore Thee, Norwegian hymn loosely inspired as Ærens konge, Nådens herre, translation of this verse back to English by me because it's been running through my head a while.)
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I don't think I'll be able to finish any more books this year to add to my little project, in which I try to read at least one book from every country in the world. This year, I covered 16 countries:
Oceania:
Fiji - Jacinta Tonga, A remarkable Rotuman Woman
South America:
Uruguay - Eduardo Galeano, Open Veins of Latin America,
Chile - Pedro Lemebel, My Tender Matador,
Argentina - Sylvia Malloy, Dislocations,
Peru - Gabriela Wiener, Sexographies
North America:
USA - Sigrid Nunez, For Rouenna
Asia:
Oman - Jokha al-Harthi, Celestial Bodies,
Palestine - Adania Shibli, Minor Detail,
Iran - Mahnaz Afkhami, The Other Side of Silence: A Memoir of Exile, Iran, and the Global Women's Movement
Europe:
Spain - Paul B. Preciado, An Apartment on Uranus,
France - Annie Ernaux, The Years,
Finland - Siri Kolu, Kesän jälkeen kaikki on toisin,
Norway - Kjersti Anfinnsen, Øyeblikk for evigheten,
Ukraine - Margaryta Yakovenko, Desencajada,
Czechia - Ota Pavel, Death of the Beautiful Roebucks,
Germany - Katharina Volckmer, The Appointment
I thought that I'd be extremely limited by being able to comfortably read only in 2 languages and that Polish would be more useless than English. Surprisingly, there are many books published in Polish that are unavailable in English. hell yeah for small Polish publishers!
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She knows it probably doesn’t mean much in the grand scheme of things; after all, they can travel to any New Year’s that they want. But it’s still special to her - that they can share this particular experience for the first time.
When the clock chimes midnight, Sylvie grabs Loki’s chin to yank him into a kiss to mark the occasion, exploring his mouth with a hum for what feels like the entire space between 12:00 and 12:01. A minute can be as long as they like.
“-Happy New Year, Loki.” I want to spend the next eternity of new years with you.
@kissedbymischief
His hands clasp hers.
"Godt nyttår for evigheten."
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Quran (13:26)
และพวกเขาดีใจต่อชีวิตในโลกนี้ และชีวิตของโลกนี้เมื่อเทียบกับโลกอาคิเราะฮแล้ว หาใช่อื่นใดไม่ นอกจากความเพลิดเพลินเท่านั้น
یہ لوگ دنیوی زندگی میں مگن ہیں ، حالانکہ دنیا کی زندگی آخرت کے مقابلے میں ایک متاع قلیل کے سوا کچھ بھی نہیں۔
de gläds åt detta liv fastän det, sett ur evighetens synvinkel, inte skänker annat än tom och flyktig glädje.
Onlar dünya hayatıyla sevinip,şımardılar. Oysa ahiretin yanında dünya hayatı, geçici bir faydadan başka bir şey değildir.
Se han regocijado en la vida de acá y la vida de acá no es, comparada con la otra, sino breve disfrute.
Mereka bergembira dengan kehidupan dunia, padahal kehidupan dunia hanyalah kesenangan dibanding kehidupan akhirat.
#islam#islamquotes#quran#quranquotes#قرآن كريم#islamic design#life#luxury lifestyle#lifestyle#faithquotes#la vie
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Dagen viker og går bort.
Himmelen blir tung og sort.
Solen har oss alt forlatt.
Nær oss er den mørke natt.
Våre dager ser sin slutt,
Timeglasset renner ut.
Døden oss i hælen går.
Evigheten forestår.
At en dag jeg eldre blev,
er for meg et minnebrev:
Jeg har med min vandringsstav
kommer nærmere min grav.
Kjære sjel, kom det i hu
og bekjenn i dette nu
at du som et Adams barn
henger fast i Satans garn.
"..."
Trett er kropp og sjel og sinn,
men før jeg får slumre inn,
vil jeg i mitt hvilerom
ennu tenke meg litt om:
Slik er jordelivet fatt.
Alt går mot den lange natt.
Jeg skal blant de dødes tall
sove i den mørke dal.
Verden og dens ting forgår.
Jeg til herlighet oppstår!
Gud skal ved basunens lyd
kalle meg til evig fryd!
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Inget ska finnas i evighet,
jo, evigheten själv
Men inget kommer ur ingenting,
jo, livlösheten ur livet
Men det som finns till är blivet
tills dess det blir övergivet
Allan Edwall, Lågkonjunktur
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Kamrat,
har du varit i Kristi värld?
Har du sett hur där ser ut?
Tänker du på högvälvda portar
och underbara trädgårdar,
ljuva melodier och en doft av mildhet och värme?
Ser du barnlek och mjuka armar?
Nej - så öppna dina ögon
och se isviddens väldighet,
den förfärliga ödsligheten,
där ingen vårblomma småler,
där ingen sommarfjäril varit,
där blott den mörka himlen välver sig
med otaliga bländande stjärnor.
Där blott ett frysande träd med sträckta armar
- korset, du vet! -
och evigheten oerhört nära. -
-Ragnar Jändel
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Muvitium | Evighetens Cirkel (2019)
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Ofdrykkja - Hårgalåten (Official Music Vide
Produced by Ragnarok Film https://www.ragnarokfilm.no/
Ole Fredrik Wannebo
Directed by Hog And Hound Sebastian Bragstad & Ørjan Trotland
Hårgalåten is a well known folk song in Sweden, but it's not as well known outside of Sweden. It's a tale about how the devil himself, disguised as a fiddler, made the young people in the village of Hårga in Hälsingland dance to their death. Back in 2015, our drummer at the time, Stefan Wahlberg aka "Bödeln", said that he wanted us to record a version of Hårgalåten. He himself was from Hälsingland, and he really liked the song and the lyrics. A recording of this song never happened at the time, and as some of you know, Stefan tragically passed a away a few years later. About a year ago, we decided that we would record our own interpretation of Hårgalåten. It features our friend Georg Börner (ColdWorld (Official)) on the traditional Swedish instrument nyckelharpa, vocals by Miranda Samuelsson and has been mastered by Markus Stock (Empyrium, Sun Of The Sleepless) This one is for you Stefan. Tills vidare, in i evigheten! All Rights Reserved To Ofdrykkja & AOP Records © 2022
(vía (4) Ofdrykkja - Hårgalåten (Official Music Video) - YouTube)
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Når isfjell driver gjennom din drøm (When icebergs drift through your dream) - Norwegian to English
It is a shame to get off
the carousel of Earth, a shame
to step out into the bottomless dark
without having lived a few days,
only two or three, four or five days,
so radiantly full of life that
eternity could form
a constellation from them.
An arrogant wish, I know, but
light becomes so wondrously blue
when icebergs drift through your dream.
(poem by Hans Børli // translated by me)
Original
Det er synd å måtte stige-av
karusellen Jorden, synd
å trå ut i det bunnløse mørket
uten å ha levd noen dager,
bare to–tre, bare fire–fem dager
så skinnende fulle av liv at
evigheten kunne lage
et stjernebilde av dem.
Et høgferdig ønske – jeg vet det, men
lyset blir så underlig blått
når isfjell driver gjennom din drøm.
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