A human brain and spinal cord encased in fluid

Nico in Andy Warhol's film Chelsea Girls (1966)

Rainer Maria Rilke, letters to a young poet

Thomas Theodor Heine, illustration to Knut Hamsun, Slave of love, 1902.

Du und Ich (detail) by Arno Breker, 1940

Hubble Views Final Stages of a Star’s Life : NGC 5307, a planetary nebula that lies about 10,000 light-years from Earth, can be seen in the constellation Centaurus. (via NASA)

To those human beings who are of any concern to me I wish suffering, desolation, sickness, ill-treatment, indignities — I wish that they should not remain unfamiliar with profound self-contempt, the torture of self-mistrust, the wretchedness of the vanquished: I have no pity for them, because I wish them the only thing that can prove today whether one is worth anything or not — that one endures.

Friedrich Nietzsche from The Will to Power.

Arno Breker - The wounded

Why is there Being at all, and not much rather Nothing? That is the question.

We Won’t Play Nature to your Culture (1983), Barbara Kruger

Ludwig Mies Van Der Rohe, Villa Tugendhat, Brno, Czech Republic, 1930

An Infrared View of the M81 Galaxy : Located in the northern constellation of Ursa Major, which also includes the Big Dipper, nearby galaxy Messier 81 is easily visible through binoculars or a small telescope.

Aus der traum = The dream is over

Battle of the Bulge. A German soldier (probably a Waffen-SS) is writing on an abandoned American cannon.

“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”
― Fernando Pessoa

The Moon looms over “Missile Row” stretching north up the shoreline of Cape Canaveral, May 13, 1965.

Frozen Forest (1960), Kayama Matazo

Down the path there lies a tree, rusted tin and ware for three