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bookmania:

The Infinity of Knowledge. The Prague Municipal Library at Marianske Square, Zilina, Slovakia is definitely worth visiting because of an amazing sculpture made of numerous books by Matej Kren, a young Czechoslovak artist. This wonderful sculpture is placed in the Prague Municipal Library, consisting of books and mirrors, creating an unusual effect of infinity. It kind of reminds us of Alice in Wonderland, (Down the Rabbit Hole!), the amazing, infinite path towards knowledge, but it gives us a feel of obscurity — totally, a must-see piece of art in the world of optical illusions!

bookmania:

The Infinity of Knowledge. The Prague Municipal Library at Marianske Square, Zilina, Slovakia is definitely worth visiting because of an amazing sculpture made of numerous books by Matej Kren, a young Czechoslovak artist. This wonderful sculpture is placed in the Prague Municipal Library, consisting of books and mirrors, creating an unusual effect of infinity. It kind of reminds us of Alice in Wonderland, (Down the Rabbit Hole!), the amazing, infinite path towards knowledge, but it gives us a feel of obscurity — totally, a must-see piece of art in the world of optical illusions!

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The Web is a stunningly effective accelerant, its speed increased by orders of magnitude as people increase their use of it. Knowledge is a blur. A comment on a Reddit thread can become a movie deal in a week. A drawing game can grow to one million users in less than two weeks, leading to a $180 million sale. A $1.5 billion project to route fiber optic cable from London to Tokyo via the Arctic justifies its cost by shaving 60 milliseconds from the latency of financial transactions.


None of the things referred to above happened more than a month ago. Knowledge is a blur.

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Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum (via bookmania)
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I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.
Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods (@kingofthesavages)
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It’s good to be appreciated

patriciahandschiegel:

Someone sent this to me this week:

Just wanted to thank you for continuing to inspire. Also, for being a reminder that there are cool, interesting people out there doing cool, interesting things.

All my friends have “grown up” - no longer dream, no longer entertain big ideas. Perseverance against contention is tough. So again, thank you for being that reminder.

Keep doing your thing

This was so amazing and appreciated. Thank you.