Thank you for liking “Midsummer.” I enjoyed looking at the interesting urn passageway photos. When I look at them in conjunction with your intriguing poem, I think about how seemingly insignificant our existence is. Stars that are thousands or millions of years old travel across the universe, sunlight shines on planets we will never see, and what do we do? We spend most of our brief lives struggling to work in order to accumulate things. Some of the things we really need to survive, but some of things we do not. And after all our work we will just end up dying and leaving everything we own behind. Then the cycle repeats itself with the next generation of people . . .
Many people prize wealth and power, but there is little meaning in these things by themselves. We have to find meaning in our lives, or else our souls will be lost.
Insignificant beings, non event life in the cosmos still think they are the masters of the universe 🙂 brilliant thoughts, in absolute agreement 🙂 thank you for adorning my humble blog with beautiful intellect 🙂
Very creative architecture.
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Indeed especially if it was done few centuries ago 🙂
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Beautiful
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Kinda looks like someone needed a back door…”just in case”…doesn’t it? Nice verse to go along with it, too.
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Many thanks Jonathan 🙂
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
THE INTERESTING ARTIFACTS OF DEATH AND DYING—AN EARLY ESCAPE ROUTE??
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Great comment, many thanks 🙂
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And this is…what, AB? Very unusual…
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A set of passages in Yuyuan garden in Shanghai 🙂
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Thanks for explaining-fascinating.
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My pleasure 🙂
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Beautiful!
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Many thanks 🙂
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Reblogged this on idealisticrebel and commented:
Impressive.
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Many thanks 🙂
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Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
If you spend a bit of time with this image you will find different elements that intrigue.
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You are too kind and generous with your words 🙂
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Wonderful photo! What is that place called? A design similar to a feature of the Taj Mahal.
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It is called yuyuan garden in Shanghai China 🙂
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Thank you for liking “Midsummer.” I enjoyed looking at the interesting urn passageway photos. When I look at them in conjunction with your intriguing poem, I think about how seemingly insignificant our existence is. Stars that are thousands or millions of years old travel across the universe, sunlight shines on planets we will never see, and what do we do? We spend most of our brief lives struggling to work in order to accumulate things. Some of the things we really need to survive, but some of things we do not. And after all our work we will just end up dying and leaving everything we own behind. Then the cycle repeats itself with the next generation of people . . .
Many people prize wealth and power, but there is little meaning in these things by themselves. We have to find meaning in our lives, or else our souls will be lost.
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Insignificant beings, non event life in the cosmos still think they are the masters of the universe 🙂 brilliant thoughts, in absolute agreement 🙂 thank you for adorning my humble blog with beautiful intellect 🙂
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Beautiful. Great perspective in the photograph.
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Many many thanks 🙂
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AB, you visit the most beautiful places and never fail to capture a beautiful moment.
Safe travels my friend! 🙂
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That is very kind of you to say that, thank you so much!
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🙂
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Sharing this. It’s amazing.
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