Here's an icon I painted not long ago, modelled loosely on the
composition of the Mother of Kazan (Russian).
I will be travelling for a month or so, with limited internet access,
so probably won't be posting much.
Refuting the mystical, metaphysical concept of the existence of individual, discrete selves (while bearing in a non existent mind, that there is no universally accepted theory as to what the word "existence" means)
This is a rather well-done photoshop meld of Barack Obama and Honest Abe Lincoln, found on the internet.
If minds are wholly dependent on brains, and brains on biochemistry, and biochemistry (in the long run) on the meaningless flux of the atoms, I cannot understand how the thought of those minds should have any more significance than the sound of the wind in the trees.
That love is all there is
Is all we know of love
-Emily Dickinson