Italy on Janusworx

Daily Writing, 76 – Mother and Son

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 19:08:39 +0530

Mothers yielding Bibles, contemplating smearing the blood of lamb chops over her doorway.
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Anything to keep her son alive another day.
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— Antonia Perdu

Daily Writing, 75

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 19:00:23 +0530

In geometry, a cupola is a solid formed by joining two polygons, one (the base) with twice as many edges as the other, by an alternating band of isosceles triangles and rectangles.

Well … sod that.

In real life, a cupola is sheer poetry!

Daily Writing, 73 – River God

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:52:11 +0530

“Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?
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#####That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past nor the shadow of the future.”
— Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

Daily Writing, 72

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:50:45 +0530

David, and Other Assorted Treasures. ¹

Obviously a pun on Layla & other assorted love songs ↩︎

Daily Writing, 70

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:45:31 +0530

I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.
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— Og Mandino

Daily Writing, 69

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:43:33 +0530

Tomb of Flavia Iulia Helena Augusta, Empress of the first Christian Empire.

Memento, homo, quia pulvis es, et in pulverem reverteris.
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“Remember, man, that thou art dust, and to dust thou shalt return.”

Daily Writing, 68 – Biga

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:42:37 +0530

The Biga, Vatican Museum by Francesco Antonio Franzoni

Daily Writing, 66 – Hope

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:37:04 +0530

Hope is being able to see that there is light, despite all of the darkness.
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— Desmond Mpilo Tutu

P.S.
On a break, be back next week.

Daily Writing, 65 — Experience is an Arch

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:36:12 +0530

I am a part of all that I have met;
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Yet, experience is an arch wherethro’
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Gleams that untravll’d world whose margin fades
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For ever and for ever when I move.
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— Alfred Tennyson, Ulysses, 18–21.

Daily Writing, 64 — Constantine

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:34:28 +0530

Constantine, by Bernini
This is art!

Daily Writing, 63

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:33:03 +0530

A bell is no bell til you ring it
A song is no song til you sing it
And love in your heart wasn’t put there to stay
Love isn’t love til you give it away.
— Maria, in the Sound of Music

Daily Writing, 62

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:31:19 +0530

Along St. Peter’s Square

Daily Writing, 61

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:29:56 +0530

Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again.
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— Luke, 6:38

The statue of Charity, in the portico of St. Peters

Daily Writing, 60 – A Single Candle

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:27:37 +0530

Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.
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— Anne Frank

Daily Writing, 59 – Have I Told You Lately?

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:26:14 +0530

Have I told you lately, that I love you?

Daily Writing, 57 – Keys to the Kingdom

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:21:13 +0530

And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven …
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Daily Writing, 55 – Leisure

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:16:22 +0530

It was the hour of four in the afternoon, and already in hillside homesteads the day was nearly done.
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There was everywhere an air of that sweet, old-fashioned leisure which the world has nearly lost.
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It lingered in the slant sunlight that threw shadows across the winding road…
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— Florence Bone (1875–1971), The Morning of To‑Day, 1907

Daily Writing, 52 – Bridge of Angels

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:09:39 +0530

The Bridge of Angels (Ponte Sant’Angelo), leading to the Castel Sant’Angelo (Hadrian’s Castle)

It took me a half an hour to slowly traverse it :)
It was that beautiful.

Daily Writing, 51 – Go Thou to Rome

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:08:03 +0530

Go thou to Rome,—at once the Paradise,
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The grave, the city, and the wilderness;
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And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise,
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And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress
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The bones of Desolation’s nakedness
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Pass, till the spirit of the spot shall lead
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Thy footsteps to a slope of green access
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Where, like an infant’s smile, over the dead
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A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread …
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— Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonais, 49.

Daily Writing, 50 – On Meeting Death Cheerfully

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:06:21 +0530

Before I became old I tried to live well;
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now that I am old, I shall try to die well;
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but dying well means dying gladly.
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— Seneca, Letter 61: On Meeting Death Cheerfully

Daily Writing, 48 – The Infinite has no preferences

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:03:45 +0530

“Trust that what brought you here
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Will take you there.
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The Infinite has no preferences.
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It kisses both the darkness and
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The light equally.”
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— The Lost Writings of Wu Hsin

There Are No Kangaroos in Austria

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 15:11:13 +0530

Have been too busy to write and so for the near future, I’ll put up photos.

As part of our journey across Europe, Abby and I decided to go husky sledding in Finland.
While my arms ached for days after, I absolutely loved the experience!
And even moreso, I fell in love with the huskies I rode with.
And as we were making our way home, I developed terrible husky withdrawal syndrome. By the time we reached Austria I was miserable :)

Abby, being the loving wife she is, got me this baby husky from a small curio shop in the Innsbruck Altstadt, as souvenir of my time there.

Italy on Janusworx

Daily Writing, 76 – Mother and Son

Mothers yielding Bibles, contemplating smearing the blood of lamb chops over her doorway. #

Anything to keep her son alive another day. #

Daily Writing, 75

Daily Writing, 73 – River God

“Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time? #

Daily Writing, 72

Daily Writing, 70

I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars. #

Daily Writing, 69

Memento, homo, quia pulvis es, et in pulverem reverteris. #

Daily Writing, 68 – Biga

Daily Writing, 66 – Hope

Hope is being able to see that there is light, despite all of the darkness. #

Daily Writing, 65 — Experience is an Arch

I am a part of all that I have met; #

Yet, experience is an arch wherethro’ #

Gleams that untravll’d world whose margin fades #

For ever and for ever when I move. #

Daily Writing, 64 — Constantine

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Daily Writing, 62

Daily Writing, 61

Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again. #

Daily Writing, 60 – A Single Candle

Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness. #

Daily Writing, 59 – Have I Told You Lately?

Daily Writing, 57 – Keys to the Kingdom

And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven … #

Daily Writing, 55 – Leisure

It was the hour of four in the afternoon, and already in hillside homesteads the day was nearly done. #

There was everywhere an air of that sweet, old-fashioned leisure which the world has nearly lost. #

It lingered in the slant sunlight that threw shadows across the winding road… #

Daily Writing, 52 – Bridge of Angels

Daily Writing, 51 – Go Thou to Rome

Go thou to Rome,—at once the Paradise, #

The grave, the city, and the wilderness; #

And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise, #

And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress #

The bones of Desolation’s nakedness #

Pass, till the spirit of the spot shall lead #

Thy footsteps to a slope of green access #

Where, like an infant’s smile, over the dead #

A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread … #

Daily Writing, 50 – On Meeting Death Cheerfully

Before I became old I tried to live well; #

now that I am old, I shall try to die well; #

but dying well means dying gladly. #

Daily Writing, 48 – The Infinite has no preferences

“Trust that what brought you here #

Will take you there. #

The Infinite has no preferences. #

It kisses both the darkness and #

The light equally.” #

There Are No Kangaroos in Austria

Mothers yielding Bibles, contemplating smearing the blood of lamb chops over her doorway.
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Anything to keep her son alive another day.
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“Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?
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I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.
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Memento, homo, quia pulvis es, et in pulverem reverteris.
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Hope is being able to see that there is light, despite all of the darkness.
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I am a part of all that I have met;
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Yet, experience is an arch wherethro’
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Gleams that untravll’d world whose margin fades
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For ever and for ever when I move.
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Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again.
#

Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.
#

And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven …
#

It was the hour of four in the afternoon, and already in hillside homesteads the day was nearly done.
#

There was everywhere an air of that sweet, old-fashioned leisure which the world has nearly lost.
#

It lingered in the slant sunlight that threw shadows across the winding road…
#

Go thou to Rome,—at once the Paradise,
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The grave, the city, and the wilderness;
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And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise,
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And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress
#

The bones of Desolation’s nakedness
#

Pass, till the spirit of the spot shall lead
#

Thy footsteps to a slope of green access
#

Where, like an infant’s smile, over the dead
#

A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread …
#

Before I became old I tried to live well;
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now that I am old, I shall try to die well;
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but dying well means dying gladly.
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“Trust that what brought you here
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Will take you there.
#

The Infinite has no preferences.
#

It kisses both the darkness and
#

The light equally.”
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