What would happiness look like if you could give it a physical form? The shape of happiness might resemble glass. Even though you don’t usually notice it, it’s still definitely there. You merely have to change your point of view slightly, and then that glass will sparkle, when it reflects the light.
(Source: aquamarinediary, via gillt)
Insane take on Les Yeux Noirs. I was shown this by a friend of mine after sending him another rendition of this tune by The Cook Trio. Enjoy.
The people in heaven (pending existence) have got to be the most boring awful fucks that ever lived. And died for that matter.
—My good friend Teddy.
You can have all the faith you want in spirits and the after-life, in heaven and hell. But when it comes to this world, don’t be an idiot. Because you can tell me that you put your faith in god to get you through the day. But when it comes time to cross the road, I know you look both ways.
—Hugh Laurie as Dr. Gregory House.
On this day in 1891, Sherlock Holmes vanquished professor James Moriarty at the Reichenbach Falls in Switzerland.
“‘Well, well,’ he said at last. ‘It seems a pity, but I have done what I could. I know every move of your game. You can do nothing before Monday. It has been a duel between you and me, Mr. Holmes. You hope to place me in the dock. You hope to beat me. I tell you that you will never beat me. If you are clever enough to bring destruction upon me, rest assured that I shall do as much to you.’
“‘You have paid me several compliments, Mr. Moriarty.’ said I. ‘Let me pay you one in return when I say that if I were assured of the former I would, in the interests of the public, cheerfully accept the latter.’”
Another one of many ramblings.
I’ve just watched a video wherein Neil deGrasse Tyson is asked, “What is the most astounding fact about the Universe?”.
And his answer sinks directly to the heart. He speaks about how beautiful it is that the atoms contained within us were once within stars, which collapsed and then exploded, scattering the elements which we and all things on earth are made of.
He speaks about how when he looks up at the night sky that some people may feel small. But when he looks up into the night sky, he does not feel small, but he feels big because his atoms, and the atoms contained within him are the stuff of stars.
I’d hate to turn something so poetic and beautiful into an atheistic rambling, and I hope it won’t be viewed in that way. But how can you say that this is crazy? How can you think of things like this which are fact and be satisfied with he thought that we and by association everything in the universe was “created” by a being? Is it not more beautiful to think that of all the billions of millions of galaxies and stars, we are the result? If not the result, then a step on the way to something greater?
Is it not simply astounding that against all the odds, and all the possible outcomes of these events, that we and our friends and families and acquaintances have beaten the greatest of odds and existed? By all accounts we should not be here. But we have been given the chance to live, because a star was unstable at the exact time that it needed to be. Is that not more beautiful than thinking that the holy trinity had to have been involved?
“Is it not enough to see that the garden is beautiful without thinking that there are fairies at the bottom of it?”
(Source: cantspendourliveswaitingtolive, via godless-apostate)
