"Hurray, I awake from yesterday"

(Source: enoiism)

(Reblogged from bluehippiecats)
Our minds were probably less restrained than those of our children, living in virtual worlds has become their daily bread. As for us, the state of things meant that we were rooted in real life. And that is the magic of cycling: the simple forward motion from the power in your legs treats you to great bursts of freedom. Your legs and nothing more. That’s the little miracle that is the bike, where man and machine conjoin. It’s a unique invention: the fusion of man with himself.
Laurent Fignon


spotted stag

Luttrell Psalter, England ca. 1325-1340.

British Library, Add 42130, fol. 296r

(Reblogged from discardingimages)
"Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race."
H. G. Wells

Visual representation of the countdown until death

Gather ye rosebuds etc


Visual representation of the countdown until death

Gather ye rosebuds etc

(Reblogged from htngaf)
In an age of great revaluation of values (and the age we’re
living in is certainly one of these) nobody is sure any more what side they are on. But it is precisely in times like these that we must understand that our own superstitions must be fought exactly like those of others: with the weapons of analysis and criticism.
Umberto Eco
Morality makes us angry; it promotes hypocrisy; it encourages arrogance; it’s arbitrary, because there is no final justification for saying anything is right or wrong; it is imprudent, leading us to do things that have obviously bad consequences; it makes us intransigent, fueling endless strife; it is useless as a guide to life; and it leads philosophers to waste time on silly puzzles.
Joel Marks

A Reuters photographer took this photograph of a fight in Ukrainian Parliament that is perfectly-composed by the classical standards of Renaissance art.