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Last login: 8 hours agoIntrepidDreamer: Sebastian is a guy from Hanging Rock Picnic Grounds, VIC, Australia.; Likes 7,209 pages, 532 videos, 1,087 photos • 917 fans • Received 252 reviews; Member since Jul 01, 2007

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rain rain rain: Photo by Photographer Chris Buechner - photo.net: 5:46am 1 review photography, poetry, mine •http://photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_...; The sound of rain on tin is like the bulls.
It is the rainy season here, and where
my beloved is, it rains often.
I wonder what she thinks her rain sounds like.
I wonder, does it rain on her as well?
For that is all our skins may share right now.

- sebastian

Jul 23, 7:17pm

Estelle Getty - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia: Jul 23, 6:27am 3 reviews tv •http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estelle_...; "Picture it. Sicily, 1945..."
Rest well Sophia Petrillo.

dusty road. by ~wondersteph on deviantART: Jul 23, 6:01am 1 review photography, poetry, mine •http://wondersteph.deviantart.com/art...; I do not know what they call this dusty road
but I considered and decided that
it must lead to Heaven. Oh? You doubt?
More tired this morning than all of last year
I sat down and closed my eyes and thought
of the forest behind our house. There
at the edge of that place with the smuggled maple--
the other trees did not object--but it puzzled
those two deer along its edge, furtive
about that sly coyote in the distance.
Not caring about any of that, squirrels
came close to the house alerting the cats
with whom they began a conversation wiser
than either of us could comprehend, while you
concerned yourself with the qualities of a Giclée
meant to fulfill the order of some distant
self-appointed Emperor. This must be
accomplished now, so that there would be time
later to allow the merchant to be impressed
by your craftiness at choosing those finest
of items to sustain us. I open my eyes
and Heaven seems no closer yet, but surely
this must be the road that leads there.

-- sebastian

40 Hiroshima pictures they didnt want us to see | Springoo: Jul 22, 9:18am 160 reviews history •http://www.springoo.com/history/hiros...; "All the watches found in the ground zero were stopped at 8:15 am, the time of the explosion."

CONTENT WARNING
(It is all very sad - seb)

On Truth and Lies in a Nonmoral Sense By Friedrich Nietzsche (1873): Jul 22, 7:16am 4 reviews philosophy, nietzsche •http://www.anus.com/zine/db/friedrich...; The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

William Wordsworth, The World is Too Much With Us, (1789)

All that we actually know about these laws of nature is what we ourselves bring to them-time and space, and therefore relationships of succession and number. But everything marvelous about the laws of nature, everything that quite astonishes us therein and seems to demand explanation, everything that might lead us to distrust idealism: all this is completely and solely contained within the mathematical strictness and inviolability of our representations of time and space. But we produce these representations in and from ourselves with the same necessity with which the spider spins. If we are forced to comprehend all things only under these forms, then it ceases to be amazing that in all things we actually comprehend nothing but these forms. For they must all bear within themselves the laws of number, and it is precisely number which is most astonishing in things. All that conformity to law, which impresses us so much in the movement of the stars and in chemical processes, coincides at bottom with those properties which we bring to things. Thus it is we who impress ourselves in this way. In conjunction with this, it of course follows that the artistic process of metaphor formation with which every sensation begins in us already presupposes these forms and thus occurs within them. The only way in which the possibility of subsequently constructing a new conceptual edifice from metaphors themselves can be explained is by the firm persistence of these original forms.

That is to say: this conceptual edifice is an imitation of temporal, spatial, and numerical relationships in the domain of metaphor.

Friedrich Nietzsche, On Truth and Lies in a Nonmoral Sense (1873)

celestial art stumbled to me by diesdre

lilly2112s profile - StumbleUpon

Jul 21, 9:25pm

4 reviews

humanitarianism •http://lilly2112.stumbleupon.com/revi...

Update: July 22
clayfeet has some interesting links

Update: July 20
I am still following various threads on this but it's highly
likely this is a
FRAUD
from Plurk

And this seems to have happened before based on a link I found there

Too many things not adding up. Too many unanswered questions. The actual truth doesn't matter, the fact is that this is not to be trusted since there is no way to verify any of the details. - seb

From: July 14

From her daughter:

My name is Gabrielle (Lilly's daughter) and I am 17. Ths is my Mom's Blog. I am trying to save my Mom, LillyAnn, who has Lupus. She is really sick and running out of time ( 24 to 72 hours) to save her remaining kidney, with an emergency surgery. I hope I am doing this right on StumbleUpon.

I am not familiar with Blogs but I have been watching her work ever since I've been home-schooled. :( I am also not allowed on Social Networks until I am 18 ( says Mom) but I had to make this exception while she is offline.

Thank you for your help with ChipIn, @conniereece I am very grateful. My Mom is my best friend. Tomorrow I will try to post something that Mom wrote before she got sicker.

Original doubts from July 14

I posted this here because on a possibility that it may be true and that this would help. But I had my reservations upon first seeing this so I may as well express them.

This girl claims she has no experience in social networking or SU, but she certainly knows enough about html tagging methods that work on SU to have formatted her post. She has also been online for the majority of the day. Perhaps she has had some help with the former and someone else keeps the account online to draw attention and help her.

But my alarm bells went off on first seeing this post. And if I am wrong, I apologize, but on the possibility that I could be right, I have decided to say this.

-seb

Medieval Sourcebook: Three Sources on the Ravages of the Northmen in Frankland, …: Jul 21, 7:58am 1 review medieval-history •http://www.fordham.edu/halsall/source...; What do we see out beyond angry waves?
Stormy white breakers there past end of day
Brightness of white there now stabbing the night
Go out there all you free there still praying!
Look now again, do you see that sad light?
Go now watch them while quietly waiting

Wake to the sound of the darkness thereon
Wake all the folk now forgotten forlorn
Call him! The priest that had not yet been shorn
Shall we look out to sea upon waking?
There past those breakers, approaching the shore
Shall we watch them while quietly waiting?

Out of your covers! Come out and be brave!
Out of your shelters where you have long stayed
Out and relieved of your burdensome graves.
Be you shadows no longer in fading
There now from hollows no longer remain
Be you no longer quietly waiting

Coming in rolling past violent waves
Pounding past shallows, now towards empty graves
Straightness aligned now so ready to fall
As had others remembering invading
Staying their line to advance on a call
As we watch them now quietly waiting

Veins and our bones had alarmed to them all
Vain they'd dissembled on water that foamed
Smoothness of row that had formed to a wall
We had rendered so frightened and trembling
Remembering those now that had once used to roam
We now watch them retreat from our waiting.

All those that rowed and had landed have flown
All now forsaking the staves of our home
Falling past stones we had violently thrown
As their ships now resume to their sailing
All of them gone now and died in the storm
As we watched them while quietly waiting.

sebastian

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You are the Hierophant: Jul 20, 9:12am 1 review card-games •http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/c...; You are The Hierophant
Divine Wisdom. Manifestation. Explanation. Teaching. All things relating to education, patience, help from superiors. The Hierophant is often considered to be a Guardian Angel. The Hierophant's purpose is to bring the spiritual down to Earth. Where the High Priestess between her two pillars deals with realms beyond this Earth, the Hierophant (or High Priest) deals with worldly problems. He is well suited to do this because he strives to create harmony and peace in the midst of a crisis. The Hierophant's only problem is that he can be stubborn and hidebound. At his best, he is wise and soothing, at his worst, he is an unbending traditionalist.
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