Happiness is very simple and minimal.
tohkeo:

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Apollo and Daphne
 Jakob Auer (ca. 1645 - 1706) Vienna, before 1688 Ivory
letters-to-nobody:

The Room, by Hanna Putz for ODE iss.15
gpdraws:


I keep getting these shitty dreams that fuck me up for days
Now, It can be scary and make us all feel small, but the world is so exquisite and filled with so much love and moral depth, that there is no reason to deceive ourselves with empty comforts. Far better is to look death in the eye and to be grateful every day for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides.
Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another like him. Marvel at the realization that the nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, and the carbon in our wedding rings were all forged inside the hearts of of collapsing stars. We are all of us made of starstuff.
If that too leaves you alone and afraid, there’s only one thing we’ve found in all of our searching that can make the emptiness bearable, and that is each other.
For small creatures such as we, the vastness is only truly bearable through love.
━ Carl Sagan  (via tiedtotheoceans)

afro-dominicano:

A Sky Filled with Leonids
The meteor shower is caused by the Earth plowing through a stream of sand-sized ice particles shed years ago by Comet Tempel-Tuttle. Note that the meteors can all be tracked back to a radiant in the constellation Leo, the direction from which the particles orbit the Sun.
Credit & Copyright: Chen Huang-Ming
Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.
Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space  (via fleurlungs)

natgeofound:

A solitary fisherman’s home keeps watch on quiet Placentia Bay in Newfoundland, Canada, 1974.Photograph by Sam Abell, National Geographic Creative