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uwhe-arts · 1 year

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#panta rhei #photographers on tumblr #leafs #autumn #flowing #uwhe-arts #meditiation #video #alles fliest #everything flows #uwhearts

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writing-for-life · 5 months

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We Are Made Of Star Matter

A couple of days ago, this post flitted across my screen, and it made me think about a piece I wrote three years ago. So I just thought I’d share some personal thoughts about autumn, aging, mortality and being connected. And I’m looking at it now and recognise that there are repeating themes in there that have always resonated with me, even when I was a lot younger. Plus, for my Sandfam: There's a lot in there that resonates in that way, too...

And don’t worry, it’s not depressing. At least I hope so…

Autumn

My daughter has started doing divisions at school. Recently, on our walk back home through a very autumnal park with fallen leaves everywhere, we talked about the seasons, and how many parts of a whole each of them are individually.

»You know, humans go through seasons in their lives, too. If you assumed someone would be 80 before they died, how long would every season of their life be?«

»20 years?« She does a quick calculation in her head. »Which means I’m still in spring!«

»Pretty much so. And where am I?«

She does the numbers again. »Autumn.«

Autumn

That season when nature moves from growth and abundance to going more inward and protecting its very essence. When the outer signs and displays of renewal and fertility begin to whither away…

It would be straightforward to feel a bit uneasy about that transition. And at times, I do. I look in the mirror and see those signs: The facial features that change. The body that transitions. The change of colours (more and more greys). The daily physical pain that’s been around for quite a few years, but that I rarely talk about.

A body that slowly but surely prepares for winter. Nothing can change that, no matter how much we wish for it. No matter how much the performing arts glorify youth. No matter how sexist, misogynistic and deeply rooted in patriarchy that is. No matter how much we might lament the visible transition, or even try to stop it outwardly. We can’t. The body will do its thing, just like nature does.

It’s not a binary one of two things: Embrace it or try to escape it. It’s both, and everything in between. There are days when I wonder where time went, and what the flip happened.

However, there are as many days when I can see and appreciate the beauty of autumn. The change of colours, the giving back to where I once was and came from. But also the turning inward, the concentrating on what really matters, the getting better at preserving energy instead of incessantly expending it, the shedding of what no longer serves me. And there is goodness and beauty in that. A sense of gratitude for not having to put on the often loud display of spring and summer that’s all about, you know, proving that you have something going for you. That you’re eligible, that you are good material for the survival of the species, whatever that means individually (because it can be interpreted in many ways that go far beyond reproduction)…

At the end of the day, mortality stares us in the face once we move from summer to autumn. But isn’t that strange — it’s always been there, not just when we transition into midlife and beyond. Just like the heatwave in summer that destroys life, or the floods, or the unexpected touch of frost in spring that ends what has just begun. If I were to share the fate of the last two generations of women in my family, none of whom lived much past 60 (or didn’t even reach it), I would not even be in autumn. I would have reached the winter of my life by now.

Pánta Rheî

And maybe that’s what’s truly important. Appreciating the beauty of movement, of ebb and flow, of impermanence. The fleeting moments, no matter how much we want to hold on to them — we have to let them go, just like the tree lets go of its leaves.

However, maybe we sometimes wish time stood still, if just for a moment. Time, that arbitrary human concept that is more about perception than anything else. And yet, it’s visible, graspable, and inescapable.

I recently watched Midnight Mass (»What a strange change of subject«, you might think, but bear with me). I was apprehensive about it because I usually don’t like horror, but this one surprised me because it had many very deeply philosophical moments I didn’t expect (NB: I am not religious in any shape or form, maybe what most people would call an agnostic atheist. I can see why religious people might not like it, or might even find it offensive).

There is a beautiful moment when Erin talks about dying I’d like to share with you (you might not want to read on if you feel it would be a spoiler).

We Are Made Of Star Matter

»Myself. My self. That’s the problem. That’s the whole problem with the whole thing. That word, self. That’s not the word. That’s not right, that isn’t…

How did I forget that? When did I forget that?

The body stops a cell at a time, but the brain keeps firing those neurons. Little lightning bolts, like fireworks inside, and I thought I’d despair or feel afraid, but I don’t feel any of that. None of it. Because I’m too busy. I’m too busy in the moment, remembering.

I remember that every atom in my body was forged in a star. This matter, this body is mostly empty space after all, and solid matter. It’s just energy vibrating very slowly while there is no me. There never was. The electrons of my body mingle and dance with the electrons of the ground below me and the air I’m no longer breathing. And I remember there is no point where any of that ends and I begin.

I remember I am energy. Not memory. Not self. My name, my personality, my choices, all came after me. I was before them and I will be after, and everything else is pictures, picked up along the way. Fleeting little dreamlets printed on the tissue of my dying brain. And I am the lightning that jumps between. I am the energy firing the neurons, and I’m returning. Just by remembering, I’m returning home. And it’s like a drop of water falling back into the ocean, of which it’s always been a part.

All things… a part. You, me and my little girl, and my mother and my father, everyone who’s ever been, every plant, every animal, every atom, every star, every galaxy, all of it. More galaxies in the universe than grains of sand on the beach. And that’s what we’re talking about when we say ‘God’. The cosmos and its infinite dreams. We are the cosmos dreaming of itself. It’s simply a dream that I think is my life, every time. But I’ll forget this. I always do. I always forget my dreams. But now, in this split-second, in the moment I remember, the instant I remember, I comprehend everything at once. There is no time. There is no death. Life is a dream. It’s a wish. Made again and again and again and again and again and again and on into eternity. And I am all of it. I am everything. I am all. I am that I am.«

Whether you are comfortable with this perspective or not, it is hard not to acknowledge some simple truths behind it. During every season of our lives, but especially during autumn and winter. Maybe it’s just not the truth we want to hear when we are focused on the self. We all are to a degree, and I think that’s also natural. We seek meaning. But isn’t that meaning there by default?

Maybe, just maybe, if we remembered the complicated simplicity behind it all, we would feel more at home. Within ourselves, but also in the world, and with each other.

Alas, “Life is a dream. It’s a wish.” …

#my writing #writing #writeblr #midnight mass #on aging #autumn #panta rhei #everything flows #Erin’s soliloquy

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palpitacjauczuc · 1 year

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Porzuć lęk, przerwij płacz, jebać łzy

#cytat #palpitacjauczuc #polski cytat #rapcytat #rap #miłość #smutne #polski rap #reto #panta rhei

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mentalloner · 1 year

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W jednym domu brakowało hajsu, w drugim uczuć, w trzecim ziom płacze po ojcu My chcieliśmy tylko być sobą (...), chcieliśmy móc poczuć się raz wyjątkowo

ReTo - Panta Rhei

#rap #polski rap #cytat #cytaty #polski rap cytaty #reto #panta rhei #mentalloner

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scriptorium77 · 9 months

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I'm really sick today and sick of it for days. Anyway. Still going to bed earlier today, not so early for days. That must have been my problem; hopefully.

#water #problem #panta rhei #nature #photography

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therawflow · 1 year

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Panta rhei.

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#panta rhei #tattoo #tree tattoo #pocket watch tattoo

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ritasalami · 2 years

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Panta Rhei

Lavi Himuro (Magia)

#magia record #magireco #madoka magica #lavi himuro #rabi himuro #magia #panta rhei #my edits #my gifs #folklore zero #leader

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schuellermediaart · 2 years

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“Panta Rhei I - IV”

#digial art #nature #panta rhei #water #sand #beach #floating #pattern #abstract #flush

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loneberry · 2 years

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Arche (Ancient Greek: ἀρχή; sometimes also transcribed as arkhé) is a Greek word with primary senses "beginning", "origin" or "source of action" (ἐξ ἀρχῆς: from the beginning, οr ἐξ ἀρχῆς λόγος: the original argument), and later "first principle" or "element".

Thales' most famous philosophical position was his cosmological thesis, which comes down to us through a passage from Aristotle's Metaphysics. In the work Aristotle unequivocally reported Thales' hypothesis about the nature of all matter – that the originating principle of nature was a single material substance: water.

Aristotle on Thales:

That from which is everything that exists and from which it first becomes and into which it is rendered at last, its substance remaining under it, but transforming in qualities, that they say is the element and principle of things that are. …For it is necessary that there be some nature (φύσις), either one or more than one, from which become the other things of the object being saved... Thales the founder of this type of philosophy says that it is water.

From the 1870 Dictionary of Greek and Roman Biography and Mythology noted:

In his dogma that water is the origin of things, that is, that it is that out of which every thing arises, and into which every thing resolves itself, Thales may have followed Orphic cosmogonies, while, unlike them, he sought to establish the truth of the assertion.

Diogenes Laërtius: Thales taught "Water constituted (ὑπεστήσατο, 'stood under') the principle of all things."

Heraclitus Homericus states that Thales drew his conclusion from seeing moist substance turn into air, slime and earth.

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I guess when I can’t sleep I think about pre-Socratic philosophy. Things were so much simpler during the days of material monism, when doing philosophy was debating which “substance” was the first principle. “I think it’s all water!” “No, I think it’s all fire!” Is it really true that Heraclitus the great philosopher of Panta rhei (everything flows, the principle of flux) thought it was fire? Why not water? Fire transmogrifies what it consumes, so I suppose a philosophy of perpetual change would be defined by fire. But for me, the arche, the primal element, is water. Maybe I am not a Heraclitean at all…maybe I’m a…Thalean? Jk I’m still a Heraclitean, but with Thalean tendencies.

#presocratic philosophy #heraclitus #Thales #panta rhei #arche #water #oceanic feeling #matter #material imagination

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selenedistress · 5 months

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The more I grow up the less I like overly sweet things. Tangerines that are too sweet, hot chocolate, most cakes et cetera, I can't really handle them anymore.

I can't recognise the person I'm changing into. What is happening to me? Is this body horror? Is this identity death?

#lamest and most boring kind of body horror #panta rhei #alas

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ymofan04 · 9 months

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#panta rhei #p.r. computer #hungary #1983 #electronic music #SoundCloud

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mochi06sblog · 10 months

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me sinto muito... não sei

tipo, eu não sinto que "encaixo" com ninguém

todos tem um grupo de amigos que são sempre hand in hand

por que eu não tenho um grupo assim? que me faça sentir confortável para tudo, brinquem, mesma vibe, sabe?

mas eu não tenho um,

e eu nem sei se vou ter um algum dia.

Espero que um dia eu consiga, e venha ver meus posts antigos e falar:

"omg, she's insane."

#insane #naoaguentomais #panta rhei #omgshesinsane

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gbhbl · 10 months

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Album Review: Oceanica – Panta Rhei (Prog On! Recordings)

Benedict Harris-Hayes is a talented musician, that much must be made clear, and he continues to impress with his Oceanica output.

Prog On! Recordings will release Benedict Harris-Hayes’ latest album, ‘Panta Rhei’, which is released under his Oceanica progressive rock/metal solo project. The highly anticipated follow-up to the 2019 album, ‘OneDark‘ is out on June 30th, 2023. Benedict Harris-Hayes is a talented musician, that much must be made clear, and he continues to impress with his Oceanica output. Promising a ‘heavier’…