You have to see this! It's so frightening, but at the same time you want to be on that "little" boat hanging on for dear life. It's exhilarating! The magnificence of Nature and Susan Boyle, with a song written by ABBA. Enjoy.
Awhile back I had the pleasure of sending this to OWD and he agreed with me - this is Awesome!
Yin and Yang by Ralph Waldo Emerson, otherwise titled:
"POLARITY, or action and reaction, we meet in every part of nature; in darkness and light; in heat and cold; in the ebb and flow of waters; in male and female; in the inspiration and expiration of plants and animals; in the equation of quantity and quality in the fluids of the animal body; in the systole and diastole of the heart; in the undulations of fluids, and of sound; in the centrifugal and centripetal gravity; in electricity, galvanism, and chemical affinity. Superinduce magnetism at one end of a needle, the opposite magnetism takes place at the other end. If the south attracts, the north repels. To empty here, you must condense there. An inevitable dualism bisects nature, so that each thing is a half, and suggests another thing to make it whole; as, spirit, matter; man, woman; odd, even; subjective, objective; in, out; upper, under; motion, rest; yea, nay.
Whilst the world is thus dual, so is every one of its parts. The entire system of things gets represented in every particle. There is somewhat that resembles the ebb and flow of the sea, day and night, man and woman, in a single needle of the pine, in a kernel of corn, in each individual of every animal tribe. The reaction, so grand in the elements, is repeated within these small boundaries. For example, in the animal kingdom the physiologist has observed that no creatures are favorites, but a certain compensation balances every gift and every defect. A surplusage given to one part is paid out of a reduction from another part of the same creature. If the head and neck are enlarged, the trunk and extremities are cut short.
The theory of the mechanic forces is another example. What we gain in power is lost in time, and the converse. The periodic or compensating errors of the planets is another instance. The influences of climate and soil in political history are another. The cold climate invigorates. The barren soil does not breed fevers, crocodiles, tigers or scorpions.
The same dualism underlies the nature and condition of man. Every excess causes a defect; every defect an excess. Every sweet hath its sour; every evil its good. Every faculty which is a receiver of pleasure has an equal penalty put on its abuse. It is to answer for its moderation with its life. For every grain of wit there is a grain of folly. For every thing you have missed, you have gained something else; and for every thing you gain, you lose something. If riches increase, they are increased that use them. If the gatherer gathers too much, Nature takes out of the man what she puts into his chest; swells the estate, but kills the owner. Nature hates monopolies and exceptions. The waves of the sea do not more speedily seek a level from their loftiest tossing than the varieties of condition tend to equalize themselves. There is always some levelling circumstance that puts down the overbearing, the strong, the rich, the fortunate, substantially on the same ground with all others. Is a man too strong and fierce for society and by temper and position a bad citizen,--a morose ruffian, with a dash of the pirate in him?--Nature sends him a troop of pretty sons and daughters who are getting along in the dame's classes at the village school, and love and fear for them smooths his grim scowl to courtesy. Thus she contrives to intenerate the granite and felspar, takes the boar out and puts the lamb in and keeps her balance true."
In case you don't have a copy of Emerson's Essays handy, you can read the rest of Compensation here in all it's awesomeness:
An AWESOME woman!
~ A VISION OF GEORGE WASHINGTON ~
"The Birth, the progress and the destiny of the United States"
The father of our country, George Washington, was a man of prayer. Many of us have read of how he went to the thicket many times to pray during the winter his army was at Valley Forge. However, little publicity has been give to the vision and prophecy he received at that time.
The account of this vision was given in 1859 by an old soldier. He gave it to a writer, Wesley Bradshaw, who published it. In the vision God revealed to George Washington that three great perils would come upon the republic. He was given to know that America was going through the first peril at that time. The old soldier who told the story of the vision said the nation would soon see the account verified by the second peril descending upon the land.
We give the account here as printed in the U.S. war veterans paper The National Tribune, in December 1880. The National Tribune became, "The Stars and Stripes", and this article was later reprinted in that publication.
**** I do not know whether it is owing to the anxiety of my mind, or what, but this afternoon, as I was sitting at this table engaging in preparing a dispatch, something in the apartment seemed to disturb me. Looking up, I beheld standing opposite to me a singularly beautiful being. So astonished was I, for I had given strict orders not to be disturbed that it was some moments before I found language to inquire the cause of the visit. A second, a third, and even a fourth time did I repeat my question, but received no answer from my mysterious visitor except a slight raising of the eyes.
By this time I felt strange sensations spreading through me. I would have risen but the riveted gaze of the being before me rendered volition impossible. I tried once more to speak, but my tongue became useless, as if paralyzed. A new influence, mysterious, potent, irresistible, took possession of me. All I could do was to gaze steadily, vacantly at my unknown visitor.
**** Gradually the surrounding atmosphere seemed to fill with sensations, and grew luminous. Everything about me seemed to rarefy, the mysterious visitor also becoming more airy and yet more distinct to my sight than before. I began to feel as one dying, or rather to experience the sensations I sometimes imagine accompanying death. I did not think, I did not reason, I did not move. All were alike impossible. I was only conscious of gazing fixedly, vacantly on my companion.
Presently I heard a voice say,
"Son of the Republic, look and learn,"
while at the same time my visitor extended an arm eastward. I now beheld a heavy white vapor at some distance rising fold upon fold. This gradually dissipated, and I looked upon the strange scene. Before me lay, out in one vast plain all the countries of the world -- Europe, Asia, Africa, and America. I saw rolling and tossing between Europe and America lay billows of the Atlantic, and between Asia and America lay the Pacific.
"Son of the Republic", said the same mysterious voice as before,
"Look and learn."
*** At that moment I beheld a dark shadowy being, like an angel, standing, or rather floating in mid-air, between Europe and America. Dipping water out of the ocean in the hollow of each hand, he sprinkled some upon America with his right hand, while with his left he cast some over Europe. Immediately a cloud arose from these countries and joined in mid-ocean. For awhile it remained stationary, and then it moved slowly westward, until it enveloped America in its murky folds. Sharp flashed of lightning gleamed through at intervals, and I heard the smothered groans and cries of the American People.
A second time the angel dipped water from the ocean and sprinkled it out as before. The dark cloud drew back to the ocean, in whose heaving billows it sank from view.
A third time I heard the mysterious voice saying,
"Son of the Republic, look and learn."
I cast my eyes upon America and beheld villages and town and cities spring up one right after another until the whole land from the Atlantic to the Pacific was dotted with them. Again, I heard the mysterious voice say,
"Son of the Republic, the end of the century cometh, look and learn."
*** And this time a dark shadowy angel turned his face southward. From Africa I saw an ill omened spectra approach our land. It flitted slowly and heavily over every town and city of the latter. The inhabitants presently set themselves in battle array against each other. As I continued looking I saw a bright angel on whose brow was traced the word 'Union.' He was bearing the American flag. He placed the flag between the divided nation and said,
"Remember, ye are brethren. "
Instantly the inhabitants, casting down their weapons became friends once more, and united around the National Standard.
*** Again I heard a mysterious voice saying,
"Son of the Republic, look and learn."
At this the dark, shadowy angel placed a trumpet to his mouth, and blew three distinct blasts; and taking water from the ocean, he sprinkled it upon Europe, Asia, and Africa.
Then my eyes beheld a fearful scene. From each of these continents arose thick black clouds that were soon joined into one. And throughout this mass there gleamed a dark red light by which I saw hordes of armed men. These men, moving with the cloud, marched by land and sailed by sea to America, which country was enveloped in the volume of the cloud. And I dimly saw these vast armies devastate the whole country and burn the villages, towns and cities, which I had seen spring up.
**** As my ears listened to the thundering of the cannon, clashing of swords, and the shouts and cries of millions in mortal combat, I again heard the mysterious voice saying,
"Son of the Republic, look and learn."
When the voice had ceased, the dark shadowy angel placed his trumpet once more to his mouth, and blew a long and fearful blast. Instantly a light, as of a thousand suns shone down from above me, and pierced and broke into fragments the dark cloud which enveloped America. At the same moment the angel upon whose head still shown the word 'Union,' and who bore our national flag in one hand and a sword in the other, descended from the heavens attended by legions of white spirits. These immediately joined the inhabitants of America, who I perceived were well-nigh over come, but who immediately taking courage again, closed up their broken ranks, and renewed battle.
Again amid the fearful voice of the conflict I heard the mysterious voice say,
"Son of the Republic, look and learn."
As the voice ceased, the shadowy angel for the last time dipped the water from the ocean and sprinkled it upon America. Instantly the dark clouds rolled back, together with the armies it had brought, leaving the inhabitants of the land victorious.
**** Then once more I beheld the villages, towns and cities springing up where I had seem them before, while the bright angel, planting the azure standard cried with a loud voice:
"While the stars remain, and the heavens send down dew upon the earth, so long shall the Union last."
And taking from his brow the crown, which blazoned the word 'Union,' he placed it down upon the standard while the people, kneeling down said, 'Amen.'
The scene instantly began to fade and dissolve, and I at last saw nothing but the rising, curling vapor I at first beheld. This also disappeared, and I found myself once more gazing upon the mysterious visitor who, in the same voice I heard before said,
"Son of the Republic, what you have seen is thus interpreted: Three great perils will come upon the Republic. The most fearful for her is the third passing which the whole world united shall not prevail against her. Let every child of the Republic learn to live for his God, his land and Union."
SELF RELIANCE. By Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Man is his own star; and the soul that can
Render an honest and a perfect man,
Commands all light, all influence, all fate;
Nothing to him falls early or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still."
Cast the bantling on the rocks,
Suckle him with the she-wolf's teat;
Wintered with the hawk and fox,
Power and speed be hands and feet.
I read the other day some verses written by an eminent painter which were original and not conventional. The soul always hears an admonition in such lines, let the subject be what it may. The sentiment they instill is of more value than any thought they may contain. To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men,—that is genius. Speak your latent conviction, and it shall be the universal sense; for the inmost in due time becomes the outmost,—and our first thought is rendered back to us by the trumpets of the Last Judgment. Familiar as the voice of the mind is to each, the highest merit we ascribe to Moses, Plato, and Milton is, that they set at naught books and traditions, and spoke not what men, but what they thought. A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within, more than the luster of the firmament of bards and sages. Yet he dismisses without notice his thought, because it is his. In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts: they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty. Great works of art have no more affecting lesson for us than this. They teach us to abide by our spontaneous impression with good-humored inflexibility then most when the whole cry of voices is on the other side. Else, to-morrow a stranger will say with masterly good sense precisely what we have thought and felt all the time, and we shall be forced to take with shame our own opinion from another.
There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried. Not for nothing one face, one character, one fact, makes much impression on him, and another none. This sculpture in the memory is not without preëstablished harmony. The eye was placed where one ray should fall, that it might testify of that particular ray. We but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents. It may be safely trusted as proportionate and of good issues, so it be faithfully imparted, but God will not have his work made manifest by cowards. A man is relieved and gay when he has put his heart into his work and done his best; but what he has said or done otherwise shall give him no peace. It is a deliverance which does not deliver. In the attempt his genius deserts him; no muse befriends; no invention, no hope.
Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events. Great men have always done so, and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their age, betraying their perception that the absolutely trustworthy was seated at their heart, working through their hands, predominating in all their being. And we are now men, and must accept in the highest mind the same transcendent destiny; and not minors and invalids in a protected corner, not cowards fleeing before a revolution, but guides, redeemers and benefactors, obeying the Almighty effort and advancing on Chaos and the Dark.
My life is for itself and not for a spectacle. I much prefer that it should be of a lower strain, so it be genuine and equal, than that it should be glittering and unsteady. I wish it to be sound and sweet, and not to need diet and bleeding. I ask primary evidence that you are a man, and refuse this appeal from the man to his actions. I know that for myself it makes no difference whether I do or forbear those actions which are reckoned excellent. I cannot consent to pay for a privilege where I have intrinsic right. Few and mean as my gifts may be, I actually am, and do not need for my own assurance or the assurance of my fellows any secondary testimony.
What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think. This rule, equally arduous in actual and in intellectual life, may serve for the whole distinction between greatness and meanness. It is the harder because you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it. It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.
I hope in these days we have heard the last of conformity and consistency. Let the words be gazetted and ridiculous henceforward. Instead of the gong for dinner, let us hear a whistle from the Spartan fife. Let us never bow and apologize more. A great man is coming to eat at my house. I do not wish to please him; I wish that he should wish to please me. I will stand here for humanity, and though I would make it kind, I would make it true. Let us affront and reprimand the smooth mediocrity and squalid contentment of the times, and hurl in the face of custom and trade and office, the fact which is the upshot of all history, that there is a great responsible Thinker and Actor working wherever a man works; that a true man belongs to no other time or place, but is the centre of things. Where he is, there is nature. He measures you and all men and all events. Ordinarily, every body in society reminds us of somewhat else, or of some other person. Character, reality, reminds you of nothing else; it takes place of the whole creation. The man must be so much that he must make all circumstances indifferent. Every true man is a cause, a country, and an age; requires infinite spaces and numbers and time fully to accomplish his design;--and posterity seem to follow his steps as a train of clients. A man Caesar is born, and for ages after we have a Roman Empire. Christ is born, and millions of minds so grow and cleave to his genius that he is confounded with virtue and the possible of man. An institution is the lengthened shadow of one man; as, Monachism, of the Hermit Antony; the Reformation, of Luther; Quakerism, of Fox; Methodism, of Wesley; Abolition, of Clarkson. Scipio, Milton called "the height of Rome"; and all history Resolves itself very easily into the biography of a few stout and earnest persons.
We lie in the lap of immense intelligence, which makes us receivers of its truth and organs of its activity. When we discern justice, when we discern truth, we do nothing of ourselves, but allow a passage to its beams.
Whenever a mind is simple and receives a divine wisdom, old things pass away,--means, teachers, texts, temples fall; it lives now, and absorbs past and future into the present hour. All things are made sacred by relation to it,--one as much as another. All things are dissolved to their centre by their cause, and in the universal miracle petty and particular miracles disappear. If therefore a man claims to know and speak of God and carries you backward to the phraseology of some old mouldered nation in another country, in another world, believe him not. Is the acorn better than the oak which is its fulness and completion? Is the parent better than the child into whom he has cast his ripened being? Whence then this worship of the past? The centuries are conspirators against the sanity and authority of the soul. Time and space are but physiological colors which the eye makes, but the soul is light: where it is, is day; where it was, is night; and history is an impertinence and an injury if it be any thing more than a cheerful apologue or parable of my being and becoming.
Totally, totally awesome!
BEAUTY AND ABANDONMENT
Beauty is not something put together by man. Beauty is when there is complete self-abandonment, a total relinquishing of the self, the “me”, with all its aches and loneliness, with all its despairs, anxieties, and fears. Then you will live in this world as a human being.
Talks in Europe 1968, p 44
NATURE KNOWS BEST
Colorized Rare Historical Photos
These are black & white photos that have
been colorized on a computer.
Three free books to download as PDFs. A must-read.
Or you can buy them here:
i suggest you get both copies. While you can.
WHAT IS THE TRUTH ABOUT THE GAZA STRIP?
2014 Aug 19 from Kirk MacKenzie
I decided to take a deeper look into what's going on in Palestine, specifically the current battle in the Gaza Strip. I quickly discovered there is lots of information out there for anyone who looks. What I found was deeply disturbing and emotional. Clearly, we have not been told everything. Accordingly,*here is my photo essay on the Gaza Strip. WARNING: These are very graphic photos.
* * * * * * *https://ep.yimg.com/ty/cdn/realityzone/Gaza2014.pdf
There's a video of a young Jewish American woman who spent several months in Palestine to see for herself what was happening. *You won't be able to turn it off. *She is a very courageous woman:
Those are nice. ABBA is one of my all time favorites.
I just found this at YouTube and don't see it posted here. It's from the Awesome Con in April, 2014. And it's at home in this thread:
EDIT: this link doesn't work anymore so I'm trying to find one that does. Sorry.
This man... :)) :)) :))
Dirk is one in a billion. So, so, so peculiar. Thank God people record these events. Brilliant.
I happen to know that his panel last weekend at the Rose City Comic Con was recorded. I'm definitely going to keep my eye out on that, and when I find it, I'll post a link to it.
An excerpt from the book "BECOMING"
(E)ach individual awareness has within itself that creative energy that is theirs to acknowledge and to know personally. It is the focus of that subtly powerful energy that is who each really is. It appears to be apart from the personali- ty/ego that is capable of comprehending the understanding of the concept of it. It is the “becoming” of this apparently larger than life beingness that is the difficult accomplishment. Yet, there is “no other God.” That which each is in this larger reality is the only doorway to understanding the concept of what is called God.
God is not a focus of personality – individual thought processes or a benevolent creator separate from you. God is the combination of the focus of all Its parts coalesced into the composite of all. Each awareness is blocked from being a part of that composite until each realizes that it is a part of this composite. Being told that it is, means nothing at all. It is the realization that one’s self is a viable part of that composite that encompasses the totality of the being, that is what “becoming” is all about. One must become that reality and realize it is a viable aspect of the totality of God and that its input to that reality is the truth of who they are. It is not a mental realization, but one that registers total agreement within the mental, emotional, physical and spiritual levels of the total self. In other words, the spiritual aspect that focuses each into manifested reality finally gets the message*through to the rest of its focus that is walking around in the body. The body must register this understanding through the totality of its brain-nervous system resulting in what is called a realization that then registers as a sudden feeling sensation accompanied by an all encompassing understanding. It allows for a total change in perception with regard to the self and how this self fits into the composite picture of expe- rience. This results in a change in the perception of “God’’ which suddenly allows for an understanding that “God” equates to cosmic/galactic citizenship rather than a father/child relationship. It is a shift from “being or experi- encing as powerless” to the awesome responsibility of being a contributing portion to the totality of what constitutes “God” or the creative energy of potentiality being focused into experience in order that it can be defined and under stood.
The pivotal point at which this change takes place is not a shift from negative to positive. It is rather an uplifting to a new point in the spiral of experience that allows for a greater understanding and ability to utilize the positive/negative energies that are part and parcel of the outflow of creative energies in the individual and collective foci that result in the larger matrix or design of the whole pattern of a galaxy. It is easier to grasp the larger picture of this description than to define it at the level of each individual awareness. Each being comes to the point of their own realization in unique ways and by unique combinations of experience and wisdom. The point is often approached and rejected many times before the actual crossover acceptance happens. It requires a great deal of courage to crossover to a new and different perspec- tive of the life experience. It requires releasing well-learned*lessons and entering into a completely new consciousness of what reality truly is. For those who are on the planet Earth now, the deceptions are of such magnitude and the truth of what each being is, so well hidden, that the acceptance of the truth by the masses is such a gigantic leap in consciousness that it appears to be impossible that it could possibly happen. Yet, happen it must if this segment of the human race and this jewel of a planet are to survive.
To download this third book and the first two:
This is a link to a short video that brings some awesome news...
perhaps. There is also some downright good news about things that are happening that you may not have heard.
TOTALLY awesome and a JOY to watch!
OMG! This has to be the best DB vid I've seen! He's so vibrant and funny! Love it! :)
The music is beyond beautiful; so are the images.
SON OF PAIN by Rhapsody of Fire
While I crossed the mountainside
I recalled a memory,
days of anguish, nights of pain,
your voice lives on trapped inside my mind,
Those wise last words fade in my soul
"You had the choice, you chose the light..."
"Find your way, Darkland's Son,
spread your wings then your heart will fly..."
Thank you, angels,
I am now reborn
this may be my last breath
and my final day...
I'm the son of pain...
Welcome my new fate.
Hell's lost flame was life for me,
in that moment I felt free...
I was under an evil spell,
so now I want just to live again,
to live again.
I am proud, proud to lead my soul
to new horizons, to the golden sky
"Find your way, my brave Darkland's Son,
wizards, kings, elves and trolls.
Thank you, angels,
I am now reborn...
this may be my last breath
and my final day.
I'm the son of pain,
Welcome my new fate...
Thunder Gods I pray...
I deny Hell's flames...!
EDIT: The Italian version:
A truly Awesome Hula Hoop girl:
Men of all ages: Try to look at the Hula Hoops now and then....
There were 7 of them, surely you noticed! How could you miss
7 HULA HOOPS?
I'm told I have a one-track mind. I'm a guy...
This is so wonderful!
A lantern with a battery was left in 16th Century France. Then an old book was found that mentioned the strange house with weird things happening.
A damaged tree traced back to it's seed, the seed was moved so the tree grew in another place. No one remembers the tree growing in a different spot, though there are pictures.
This is so fascinating!
They walked in
tandem, each of the
ninety-two students filing into the
auditorium. With their
rich maroon gowns flowing and the
they looked almost as
grown up as they felt.
Dads swallowed hard
behind broad smiles,
and Moms freely brushed away
This class would NOT
pray during the
commencements, not by choice, but
because of a recent
The principal and
several students were
careful to stay within the
guidelines allowed by
the ruling. They
gave inspirational and challenging
speeches, but no one
guidance and no one asked for blessings
on the graduates or
The speeches were
nice, but they were
routine until the final speech
received a standing
A solitary student
walked proudly to the microphone. He stood still
and silent for just a
moment, and then, it happened.
All 92 students,
every single one of
them, suddenly SNEEZED !!!!
The student on stage
simply looked at the
audience and said,
And he walked off
exploded into applause. This graduating class
had found a
unique way to
invoke God's blessing on their future with or without
the court's approval.
This is a true
story; it happened at Eastern Shore District High
Harbour, Nova Scotia.
This appears to have taken everyone by surprise, except the musician. I can't stop watching it! So enjoyable.
TIME GETS BETTER WITH AGE
I've learned that I like my teacher because she cries when we sing
I've learned that our dog doesn't want to eat my broccoli either.
I've learned that when I wave to people in the country, they stop what
they are doing and wave back.
I've learned that just when I get my room the way I like it, Mom makes
me clean it up again.
I've learned that if you want to cheer yourself up, you should try
cheering someone else up.
I've learned that although it's hard to admit it, I'm secretly glad my
parents are strict with me.
I've learned that silent company is often more healing than words of
I've learned that brushing my child's hair is one of life's great
I've learned that wherever I go, the world's worst drivers have
followed me there.
I've learned that if someone says something unkind about me, I must
live so that no one will believe it.
I've learned that there are people who love you dearly but just don't
know how to show it.
I've learned that you can make someone's day by simply sending them a
I've learned that the greater a person's sense of guilt, the greater
his or her need to cast blame on others.
I've learned that children and grandparents are natural allies.
I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today,
life does go on and it will be better tomorrow.
I've learned that singing "Amazing Grace" can lift my spirits for
I've learned that motel mattresses are better on the side away from the
I've learned that you can tell a lot about a man by the way he handles
these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas
I've learned that keeping a vegetable garden is worth a medicine
cabinet full of pills.
I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents,
you miss them terribly after they die.
I've learned that making a living is not the same thing as making a
I've learned that if you want to do something positive for your
children, work to improve your marriage.
I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt
on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.
I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But if
you focus on your family, the needs of others, your work, meeting new
people, and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.
I've learned that whenever I decide something with kindness, I usually
make the right decision.
I've learned that everyone can use a prayer.
I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.
I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone.
People love that human touch - holding hands, a warm hug, or just a
friendly pat on the back.
I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.
Okay. I was sifting through some old, old threads and found a jewel. I hadn't seen it before but have watched it several times since finding it -- can't even remember which forum it's in -- and can't stop laughing. I'm posting it here so it can see the light of day again.
Wise, Witty, and Wonderful. . . .
Really, really awesome bike riding . . . .
Historical Colorized Photos. II
These pictures have been colored so well the people seem to come alive. Very interesting.
Look at the weary face of Geronimo, the intelligence in the eyes of Alexander Bell, the arrogance of Che Guevara, Lou Gehrig's pain. . . .
DANCE OF THE FLOWERS
If you love flowers, this video is a delight to watch. Talk about time lapse photography. Tons of patience.
EACH FLOWER IS FILMED FOR TWO DAYS TO GET THIS EFFECT
It's YO-YO BABY!!!
AWESOME to the power of 10
The Writer Automaton, Switzerland
A 240 year old doll that can write, a clockwork creation by Pierre Jaquet-Droz, a Swiss watchmaker. The doll is able to write any custom text up to 40 letters long, and it uses a goose feather to write, which he inks from time to time, including a shake of the wrist to prevent ink from spilling. His eyes follow the text being written, and the head moves when he takes some ink. You can view this doll in person at the Musée d'Art et d'Histoire of Neuchâtel, in Switzerland.
Video by BBC and lesterfontayne
What an awesome little Pooch! ‼️❗️❗️‼️
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