#paradox
I Feel Disappointed in Orthodox Jews When They…
I feel proud of Orthodox Jews when they…
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http://jewinthecity.com/2015/04/i-feel-disappointed-in-orthodox-jews-when-they/#ixzz3ZE5GWBBo
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true self
“The curious paradox is that
when I accept myself just as I am,
then I can change.”
— Carl R. Rogers
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Dear Roko’s Basilisk,
Why have you not written me back yet? I eagerly await your correspondence.
“Coniferous University’s College of Time Travel has finished experimenting on the one-hour period extracted back in March. As a public service, that hour will now be used to extend the coming weekend. Please ignore any redundant iterations of yourself encountered during that time.”
-QuietPineTrees
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*Time travel professors may have unorthodox definitions of “semester” and “upcoming.”
“The art of investigation was almost lost with the invention of time travel. Some gumshoes got lazy, traveling back to witness crimes as they happened. Only crimes with delayed results posed any challenge: poisoning, espionage, and eliminating someone with a well-placed paradox.”
-QuietPineTrees
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remember portal 2
ive seen some paradox jokes around but this is the BEST. that face is perfect!
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Luca Merli, Vision After the Sermon
Title: Mind in Reverse
Class: Design I
Medium: Sharpie, White Charcoal and paper on Bristol Board.
Objective/Assignment: Create a surrealist collage.
(Tip: Use rubber cement for collages, easy to work with and you can remove the excess with a rubber cement pick-up/eraser)
I’ve come to the point where I view myself (I, us, we) as a traveler
A dynamic function of the universe made of dead star material
A traveler that is one within and without the infinite flow of the universe
I am not 20 and you are not your ‘age’ the one you identify as at least
Weare 13.8 billion years old
The infinite flow of space and time and everything beyond that exists
within a paradox. A dualistic/non-dualistic paradox
But remember to hear and to understand are two very different things. Take up meditation and if you find the courage dabble with psychedelics
See where it takes you.
STARBOY 1⇂
Day 2: My Lenten Promise
I sometimes have trouble seeing people for the beautiful creations that they are. Many people are very easy, but then there’s the ones that require a little more work. I decided that working on this would be the focus of my Lent.
During an EMDR session with my therapist this week, I had a beautiful, unexpected epiphany of how I can do it more consciously, and it had been a radical change in my inner dialogue already.
Paradox is one of my favorite words because it requires wrestling with complicated truths. We are living paradoxes that can’t be easily contained by labels and boxes, and there’s so much beauty in that.
This is a design I made for fun a few years back.
#MyLentenPromise #BHLent2019 #lent #instalent #photochallenge #paradox #christian #beauty #catholic
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パラドクスさん、29にしたらキビキビしてて最高だった。リム&ハブはホルモサ、タイヤは間に合わせです（汗）
#mtblife #mountainbike #mtb #trailride #bansheebikes #paradox #formosa #goride #ナイスマウンテン
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Virtual reality — ☁ Fractal Pantheon. 2017 by Jonatan Kuna with Lula Odplula and Eliáš Bauhaus.
Follow me on Instagram @jonatan_kuna
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Love me, hate me. Fear me, trust me. Like me, infuriate me. Fuck me, tease me. Listen to me, ignore me. Obey me, defy me. Cling to me, push me away. Hot, cold, hot, cold, hot.
Live in a contradiction. Dwell in a paradox. Be all of those things, and none of them. Hide yourself from yourself, bring your denial to the fore so that you can live in that moment, knowing that you can leave at any moment. Trap yourself, for that second, but hold onto the keys. Just forget, for a while, that they’re in your pocket all along.
I’m your abuser, and your protector. Your Dominant, and your friend. Your lover, and your sadist. I am all of these things, and none of them. Because we’re never any one thing. There’s little pieces of everything in all the things we do, and they rise and fall as we go. Love me, hate me. Trust me, fear me. Peaks and troughs on the graph, a dozen valleys of negativity punctuated by all the greatness we can muster.
Let the fear slip into your eyes, because you know you can lose yourself to it, really believe in it, because really, there’s nothing to be afraid of.
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I keep a close watch on this heart of mine,
I keep my eyes wide open all the time,
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds,
Because you’re mine I walk the line.
-I walk the Line, Johnny Cash
A scene is a balance. It’s a delicate thing, precariously teetering on a knife edge, always. There’s so much that could go wrong, just little things, that could throw off the perfect equilibrium that keeps a submissive interested, and a Dominant in control.
The balance, for those who may not have given this concept much thought, is between too much and too little. It’s between pushing at the soft membrane of a submissive’s limits, both physical and mental, and accidentally breaking through, taking things too far and ruining the scene for the submissive, or not stretching that boundary far enough, leaving it merely fondled, and leaving the submissive unsatisfied. It’s about finding that perfect amount of pressure, that sweet spot that leaves them in total sexual breakdown without causing any lasting damage to their well being. It’s a tough balance to strike, sometimes.
It’s made worse by the paradox of information inherent in these scenes. It wouldn’t be hard for a submissive to inform their Dominant of exactly what is and isn’t too far. To encourage them to push when they’re being too accommodating, show them exactly how to work their way into the submissive’s mind and press all the right buttons. It’d just be a simple case of a sentence or two, a moment’s communication.
The problem, and where the paradox lies, is that this would ruin everything. All mystery, all anxiety and tension, would evaporate faster than a wayward snowball crash landing on the Sun. In a way, this is dramatic irony, where one party knows exactly what they want and need, but are unable, bound, even, if you’d prefer using a more sensual term, from speaking. It’s a mental bondage that improves things for both sides, while leaving so very much on the Dominant, that they can divine the exact level they need to strike.
I’m not going to lie; that paradox is frustrating, at times. Especially early in the relationship, it’s difficult to gauge exactly when to push, when to withdraw. What’s too much and what’s too little. These things come with time, but in the same breath, early on it’s all the more important to strike that balance, establish how things will be from now on.
That expectation, though? That tension? That small line of worry on a girl’s brow, as she tries to figure out exactly how far I might go? Those are things that make me happy to put up with the odd paradox.
C
P.S. I know starting a post with a quotation is a little cliché, but it fit far too well.
The Fermi Paradox
Once upon a time, scientists decided, “what would happen if we point Hubble at this dark piece of the sky and leave the exposure open for an absurd amount of time?” Said scientists then experienced sudden bowel incontinence from the results. Vast specks of light, like the first image and when zoomed in, each individual speck of light is it’s own galaxy with it’s own solar systems.
Seeing the sheer vastness of the universe and that it’s so large, it’s incomprehensible to our feeble minds, is it possible that we’re alone? Where are all the aliens?
The Fermi Paradox tries to describe why we seem to be alone in a vast sea of endless possibilities for intelligent life to form. Life seems to form easily, surely it’s the same elsewhere.
Here’s some main bullet point arguments as to why we’re seemingly alone.
• We’re too far apart, separated by vast space and time
• We’re rare or we’re the first
• The aliens don’t have advanced technology (we don’t either). Think of it this way, an octopus or a crow is intelligent life. They’ve never even visited the moon.
• Mass extinctions happen more often than not, they might be dead or intelligent life never exists long enough to make contact with each other before it’s wiped out
• We haven’t existed long enough to be discovered or to figure out how to find others
• They’re too advanced for us
• It’s simple nature of intelligent life to eventually wipe itself out
• Intelligent life has discovered that it’s too dangers to be in contact
• We’re not listening properly for their messages. It’s like trying to listen to a CD on a record player - it won’t work.
• We’re not contacted because we’re in a simulation or an alien zoo
• Maybe they’re already here, observing
• Maybe they’re here (e.g. UFOs?) we just don’t know how to talk to them or acknoweldge them. We laugh at most UFO reports.
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