Truth. Richard Feynman, Jonah Lehrer, and Neil deGrasse Tyson would all agree.
Mental health advocate through college now working in healthcare IT. Drumset and tabla player. Founder of Active Minds at PSU, a chapter of the national non-profit reaching out to change the conversation about mental health.
etre bien dans sa peau
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etre bien dans sa peau
• About
jeff@brozena.net
In a bittersweet commemoration of the closing of the Massachusetts Mental Health Center after 91 years of continuous use, artist Anna Schuleit installs 28,000 potted flowers in the interior of the facility.
“If bodies are united by pleasure, souls are united by pain.”
— Miguel de Unamuno, The Tragic Sense of Life
“I have lived with the prospect of an early death for the last 49 years. I’m not afraid of death, but I’m in no hurry to die. I have so much I want to do first. I regard the brain as a computer which will stop working when its components fail. There is no heaven or afterlife for broken down computers; that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark.”
“And then — heartily announced by miles, by years, of strutting light — the minute instant, the enormous Now… Only think, dear, of you and me gone, like two kites when the string breaks, positively into nowhere. Shut like umbrellas. Folded like napkins.”
— e.e. cummings (HIM, Act 3 Scene 1)
e.e. cummings
| HIM: | Don't suppose. (Softly) Or if you must suppose, suppose that you are standing before a window and that continuously something happens -- snow appears, covers the earth; melting, disappears -- in other words, suppose the earth rises, reappears, moves: suppose Spring. Or suppose that I am looking in a mirror and that my consciousness of the surface dissolves before an image as snow may melt before rain or as Winter melts before April and as the awake must dissolve before the asleep... (Smiles to himself) -- In other words, suppose that a part of me is talking at this moment. |
| ME (Standing at the table and looking out the invisible window, speaks vaguely): | But really, everything's winter, outside. |
