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Hunter Cole - Artist and Geneticist
Cole grows the bacteria in a liquid culture, and then uses the culture as her paint, applying it to a gelatinous augur in a petri dish, as if the augur were a canvas. When applied, the culture is clear, but over a 24 hour period it slowly begins to glow, becoming more visible. For the two weeks following the culture’s application, as the bacteria grows and dies, the drawing changes.
Science & art
“Karma, in the original Buddhist scriptures, is a blind machine; in fact, it is functionally identical with the scientific concept of natural law. Sentimental ethical ideas about justice being built into the machine, so that those who do evil in one life are punished for it in another life, were added later by theologians reasoning from their own moralistic prejudices. Buddha simply indicated that all the cruelties and injustices of the past are still active: their effects are always being felt. Similarly, he explained, all the good of the past, all the kindness and patience and love of decent people is also still being felt. Since most humans are still controlled by fairly robotic reflexes, the bad energy of the past far outweighs the good, and the tendency of the wheel is to keep moving in the same terrible direction, violence breeding more violence, hatred breeding more hatred, war breeding more war. The only way to “stop the wheel” is to stop it inside yourself, by giving up bad energy and concentrating on the positive. —Robert Anton Wilson, Cosmic Trigger I (via atiron)” — (via mysticmementos)
Beware with the wrong energies, the false gurus, look for the essence of people and for the consequences of philosophies
2009 - artificial relations, immaturity, excess of optimism - betrayals and compromised health
The New arisen from failure, deceptions, forgotten truths, experimentations of polarities, surprises, work, knowledge, events…
Slowly reconecting, restarting, remeaning…
We ignore refused consent
animals do not repent
courtesy to intervene
weathered down my selfish needs
I suffocate
and promise me you won’t resuscitate
and if I change my mind it’s far too late
I’m wasting my days as I’ve wasted my nights and I’ve wasted my youth
you’re waiting for something you’ve waited in vain because there’s nothing for you
Suffocation
Humility yet to be seen
models made of plasticene
morality disgrace us now
entertain and take a bow
I suffocate
and promise me you won’t resuscitate
and if I change my mind it’s far too late
I’m wasting my days as I’ve wasted my nights and i’ve wasted my youth
you’re waiting for something you’ve waited in vain because there’s nothing for you
Suffocation
