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On the auspicious day of Medicine Buddha, June 19, 2010 at 8:07pm, our most beloved teacher and one of the great scholars and masters in Nyingmapa Buddhism, Khenchen Palden Sherab Rinpoche passed into parinirvana peacefully and beautifully. All stages of meditation were perfectly demonstrated according to the teachings of the Buddha and Guru Padmasambhava, and as Khenchen Rinpoche himself taught for so many years. He entered fearlessly without any emotion or attachment, joyfully and with confidence at his home, Arya Palo Ling, in the presence of his beloved brother, Venerable Khenpo Tsewang Dongyal Rinpoche, and Jomo Lorraine, and during the sangha’s practice of Vajrasattva in the glorious Copper-colored Temple at Palden Padma Samye Ling monastery. Surrounded by every lush spring quality of gentle breezes, birds singing, flowers blooming, and deer playing in the meadows, he remains in thugdam meditation.
These images are a computer reconstruction of what the original interior was like in a Buddhist temple located in Kyoto Prefecture in Japan. Colors are based on analysis of what remains of the existing material. No date is given for what time period this represents. Articles cited are unfortunately only in Japanese.
http://goo.gl/Yrdv and http://goo.gl/RGTL
Samuel Johnson [ 1709-1784 ] : Life of Dryden : “In the comparison of Homer and Virgil, the discriminative excellence of Homer is elevation and comprehension of thought, and that of Virgil is grace and splendour of diction. The beauties of Homer are therefore difficult to be lost, and those of Virgil difficult to be retained.”
… I do nothing, with as little shame as satisfaction. It is the state that suits me best. I write the odd poem when it is there, that is the only thing worth doing. There is an ecstasy of accidia – wiIlless in a grey tumult of idées obscures. There is an end to the temptation of light, its polite scorchings & consolations. It is good for children & insects. There is an end of making up one’s mind, like a pound of tea, an end of patting the butter of consciousness into opinions. The real consciousness is the chaos, a grey commotion of mind, with no premises or conclusions or problems or solutions or cases or judgments. I lie for days on the floor, or in the woods, accompanied & unaccompanied, in a coenaesthesia of mind, a fullness of mental self-aesthesia that is entirely useless. The monad without the conflict, lightless & darkless. I used to pretend to work, I do so no longer. I used to dig about in the mental sand for the lugworms of likes & dislikes. I do so no longer. The lugworms of understanding….
Samuel Beckett letter to Mary Manning Howe 30 August 1937
In 2006 April, Cassini captured Saturn’s A and F rings stretching in front of cloud-shrouded Titan. Near the rings and appearing just above Titan was Epimetheus, a moon which orbits just outside the F ring. The dark space in the A ring is called the Encke Gap, although several thin knotted ringlets and even the small moon Pan orbit there.
Credit: Cassini Imaging Team, ISS, JPL, ESA, NASA
Blinky Palermo
Für J. Beuys/unvollendet (For J. Beuys/unfinished) (Wvz 194) 1964-76.
Aluminum (untreated), aluminum (polished) and acrylic on aluminum,
part 1:13.2 x 26.3 x 0.3 cm; part 2: 26.7 x 20.8 x 0.3 cm; part 3: 21 x 16 x 0.2 cm.
Private collection.
I would subtitle this [stealing from the Bach Cantata (BWV35)] :
Geist und Seele wird verwirret (Spirit and soul become confused)
“Beauty is produced from a small unit through a long chain of numbers. ”
Philon, Athenian architect of the 4th century BCE