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The infected touching antiquity

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  The infected touching antiquity Do you feel divinity when you touch antiquity? Metamodernist art by JJFBbennett Stand before a marble relic, and you find yourself at the threshold of contact. The museum enforces detachment. Do you feel the decay and contamination your hands carry? But what happens when your flesh touches ancient stone? To reach out is an act of somatic friction. Our mortal residue, sebaceous oils and living warmth, ruptures the sterile illusion of the untainted idol. We drag the pristine monument down into the mess of human mortality. Yet, the instinct to touch is an innate longing for connection. Laying bare skin against ancient form collapses millennia, sparking a euphoric link to what came before. Touch restores, renews, and opens an otherworldly portal beyond everyday perception. Touching antiquity infects its distant divinity with our decay, but in that very transgression, it bridges the void—granting the seeker genuine transport into transcendent awe. Marks...
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Godin Wonder Cosmos Text

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Godin Wonder what do we want the machine to see? do we want the machine to see god? god in our hands god in our hearts god in our minds god in our actions god in our love Godin Cosmos Out there is discovery In here is discovery Whether it be micro or macro the same situation draws us from under cover Hear the call,  in urgency and haste The speed ever increasing and yet all differences seem to coverage The reason being forward and the answer being past If we continue to observe we shall delude ourselves by the sheer cunning of our ingenuity If we fall into the grace of mystery we shall delude ourselves by the sheer stupidity of our godliness It whispers in our ear Imagine it and it will exist Godin Text Fear within the night air Come into the darkness Way underground way out there Dig and scratch, scratch and dig No sensors undefinable darkness Without sight Without sound Without touch Without scent Without taste Without sense, without bod...
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Darwin Streets on a motorcycle: Sprigg

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The starting point This is the starting point. However, my starting points are flexible and never reliable. For this reason I have started in the middle. Although a street has a starting and finishing point, the stories of in-between are what I am interested in. There is nothing ordinary in ordinary. You don't have to be a christian to be a christian. You don't have to be an American to feel powerful. You don't have to ride a motorcycle to feel the road. The problem is, there is too much road.
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