If something capitalism has been able to accomplish was the spreading of prostitution. It is no more a business related to the body, it is now the daily routine of our behaviour in society. Our time, our dreams, our emotions, our hopes, our values, our ideas, we have prostituted everything.
When does a man die? When he is hit by a bullet? No. When he suffers a disease? No. When he eats a soup made out of a poisonous mushroom? No! A man dies when he is forgotten!
- Dr. Hiluluk (One Piece)
On the News (Publico.pt): A group of indigenous Amazonian pose for a photograph in Isiboro National Park, Bolivia. The Government of this country began a public consultation of this population about the possibility of building a highway that will pass through this area.
My Comment: Why don’t you make a consultation about the people’s well being? Why don’t you ask them what they need to have a better life? Instead of being concerned about a fucking stupid highway for your expensive cars?
(Photo credits: David Mercado/Reuters)
Human beings are definitely less intelligent than an amoeba.
2nd part of a conversation between Bruce Lipton and Tom Campbell. A must see to understand a little more about our evolution pattern.
This made me think on how sad it is the constant effort humans put on shortening ways for instant satisfaction. It is said that people do not enjoy the trip because they are always looking forward to the destination. However when they get there, they are so tired of waiting for it that it is no longer pleasurable. Even so because the real pleasure is not achieved by saving all of it to ourselves but by sharing it with everybody around us.
Even your darker side can surrender itself to light if you give it a chance.
We reach a point where, in order to go on, we have to wipe the slate clean. We start to see ourselves as a box that we’re trapped inside and no matter how we try and escape, we just sink further and further down. The only way to truly break out of the box is to get rid of it all together… I mean, you built it in the first place. If the people around you are breaking your spirit, who needs them? Starting over isn’t crazy. Crazy is being miserable and walking around half asleep, numb, day after day after day. Crazy is pretending to be happy. Pretending that the way things are is the way they have to be for the rest of your bleeding life. All the potential, hope, all that joy, feeling, all that passion that life has sucked out of you. Reach out, grab a hold of it and snatch it back from that bloodsucking rabble.
- The Beaver (via sunnydaydelirium)
Great Britain 1856-1916
oil on canvas
170.0 x 152.0 cm
Homeless, 1890, is one of a series of works in which Kennington depicts the plight of women and children who were impoverished or destitute. Subjects such as these gained popularity during the 1870s and 1880s, partly as a result of the increasing influence of illustrated journals, which regularly commisssioned artists to provide images of ‘real’ life.
In Homeless, the square-brush technique used by Kennington in painting the wet pavement and the river, and his focus on subtle tonal variations rather than on colour - as in the soft grey light illuminating this scene - were among the characteristics adapted by British artists from French sources at the time.
This image made me think of all those forgotten people suffering and struggling for their lifes. Art can also be a mirror of society and a mirror of ourselves that let all this happen. And when you think that the fault lies on a minority of people that have great power and that are making the wrong decisions, think again. Because there are not minorities controlling people, instead there are large sums of people who have given up their responsibilities for the illusion of comfort and invited the minorities to control over them. An invitation is not a demand.