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The Lifeless Depths
To the Directorate of Shirshov Institute of Oceanology, 36 Nakhimovskiy Ave, Moscow 15 September, 2005 Respectable Mr. Director and Members of the Directorate, My name is Alexei Smirnov, Doctor of Geological and Oceanographic Sciences and formerly member of the Institute myself, where I defended my first Doctor Dissertation in 1982 and worked for nearly 16 years since in the research of The Black Sea. I write to you in relation to a recent application for new funding of further research of The Black Sea depths, which is currently awaiting your approval. More specifically, I am writing with a request that you will reject this application and any other in the future for the research of this specific subject. And I will attempt to make my case on this by relaying something that has never made it to any of my publications, scientific and not. As some of you may recall, despite my expertise and stature in the field, I
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AI Anti-Art
A lot has been said and yelled about in regards to the advent of AI into art, and I should be glad, especially that the backlash from the artists is growing in power and in resolution. Consider these many pages to be my 10 walls of text on the subject. I may not be original, though my viewpoint tends to be a bit different, and I'm going to speak regardless because it is important to me. No one who knows me will be surprised by my position. However, there are things that need to be said because they concern all of us. We are besieged by something that can without an exaggeration destroy an essential part of our lifes, yet which has no reason to exist in the first place. When I say AI came into art, I worded it like this for a reason and I mean it in a bulldozer-like fashion. AI is not art. I do not ever call it art because it simply is not. It is random generation, nothing more, that's the only name it gets from me. However, I will take it a step further and say that not only AI is
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Types of Satanism
About Satanism.... Research is not easy because Satanism is a very broad thing, people within the faith understand it differently, it is effectively an umbrella term for a whole range of different beliefs rather than a singular religion. In other words, there are many branches of Satanism and even if they all more or less revolve around the figure of Satan in at least some form and more or less stand in opposition against xnity and/or the abrahamic religions as a whole, the different branches have their own take each and actually tend to conflict each other on many points. It is important to know these branches exist and what they are about at least in general terms, so that when you read Satanic lore you may know where it comes from and what views and takes on the Satanic faith it is grounded on. I cannot really say I am a specialist in different types of Satanism except my own, certainly not in detail, but over the years I have encountered a lot of different beliefs and practices
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Conquest of Paradise by lapis-lazuri, literature
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Conquest of Paradise
Into the sky of the darkest night Path of light from the stars - Calling ancient and faithful guide, Eternal into my heart. Upon the land under winter skies Trail in snow reaching far, Far and wide roaring echoes rise Beneath the bright Polar Star. Through the fury of icy wind Wild and unyielding souls - Great and small but same of kin, Joining with my call! May Break the new day! Light our way! Call of the Wild To battle! In the night Beneath Northern Lights Fight for the right - Right to be free Forever! Into the red winter dawning Trails of blood in the snow.... They stand all gilded in glory Singing victory calls! May Break the new dawn! Light our home! Land of the Wild And free! In the night Beneath Northern Lights Stars call my heart, Eternal and free Forever! Into the sky of the darkest night Path of light from the stars - Calling ancient and faithful guide, Eternal into my heart....
B.T.R. - Salvation for Nature BG by lapis-lazuri, literature
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B.T.R. - Salvation for Nature BG
Природо, ти прости ми, можех аз да спра, предадох се докрай на алчността. Ти казваше, аз помня, тогава не повярвах, че изходът без теб ще е смъртта. Защо ги няма веч горите? Защо небето не е синьо? Аз изгубих всичко докрай, умира моята Земя. Вече нямам нищо в света - само болка и тъга. Аз ѝ взимах всичко без край, плаче моята Земя. Аз не искам нищо сега - само нея да спася. Виждам ги, умират, за друго нямат сили, отровите решиха им съдбата. Ти казваше, аз помня, тогава не повярвах, че изходът за всички е смъртта. На раздяла ги целувам, чак сега разбирам свойта грешка! Аз изгубих всичко докрай, умира моята Земя. Вече нямам нищо в света - само болка и тъга. Аз ѝ взимах всичко без край, плаче моята Земя. Аз не искам нищо сега - само нея да спася. Чуйте ме, аз моля, чуйте ме за миг поне! Не погубвайте Живота, даже пътят ми да спре! И щом последните загиват що сторих аз е вече непростимо! Аз изгубих всичко докрай, умира моята Земя. Вече нямам нищо сега - само болка и тъга. Аз ѝ
As I went walking one morning in spring I met with some travelers on an old country lane. One was a Dragon, a Phoenix the next, A Licorne was the third one, who smiled as she said: "With the wind in the willows, the birds in the skies, There's a bright Sun to warm us wherever we ride. We have ancient knowledge and the lore of our mind To share on our journey with all living kind." I asked them to tell me their names and their race So I could remember each smile on their face. "Our names, they mean nothing, they change throughout time, So come sit beside us and share in our rhyme." So I sat down beside them, with flowers all around, To hear the bard tales and poems they had found. They sang of the realms fleeting 'neath their wings And the Spirits of Nature, who know everything. "We travel through ages, as the Moons wax and wane, To hear the Wild voices, their joys and their pains. We travel the wide world, over land, over sea, To tell all who listen how they can be free!" "With
Father, whom I gave my word, Lightbringer from beyond the sky, From this cursed world I write to you before I die. Much has happened here Ever since thy side I left. Everything that I hold dear Is dying now, I am bereft. You remember me a shining soul, Phoenix risen from my grief, Winged by the united call Of my faith and your belief. Light descended to unfold, Yet only death is here to be. Those who are at fault Through my eyes cannot see. How they casted unto Thee The ugly truth of their own. This self-righteous tyranny Suffering has only sown. Today I shine no more, My soul is made of sorrow, I am none what was before And I may not be tomorrow. I stand upon this Land So tormented and forlorn, My head is ever bent - Her every child I mourn. Globe of agony in space, Cursed alone to bleed, World fallen from its grace By blind and naked greed. Once beautiful and wild, Alive, however far too soon Shattered and defiled, Wailing at a bloody moon. Land of charred remains, Venomous
I stand upon the edge of my own will
Determined that I've come to stay,
Blinded by the blaze but gazing still
At a new dawn or at the end of days.
I stand, a witness to it spreading rife -
Creeping shadow made of pain and fear,
Day by day, a neverending strife,
Sounds of madness have been all I hear.
And as I gaze to the horizon up ahead
I see it growing ever dim with smoke -
Not cleansing fire, but decay instead,
The sun is gone into a ticking clock.
By my side, through fear and dismay,
The world around as well may fall apart,
We may lose all we ever had today,
But not the heart, but not the heart.
By your side, through the very nether
I look into your eyes sincere
As Darkness upon me befalls,
Into the quiet pain and fear
My soul desperately calls.
Have you ever truly been alone
Deep into your mind and soul,
Where you're the one to solely atone
Of every feeling harrowing the toll?
Have you ever felt this pain of mine,
The one that you so love and hate?
Do you see its fabric woven fine
In the beauty that I can create?
Have you seen where Darkness reigns
Into the black hole of my heart?
Do you know it when you touch the pain
The essence that it is of Art?
For every painting, song and rhyme
Is of despair but a voiceless call
In the endless void of space and time
From a los
Once into the still of night,
Into the darkness calm, serene,
A voice, a whisper of insight
A silent heartbeat inbetween.
Truth and wisdom for he spoke
Of ages, memories, forgotten lore,
Tonight I once again invoke
Like so many, many times before.
Hear me, my silent call,
Upon the Moon, upon the Dark,
Upon a Star ablaze to fall,
Feel the yearning of my heart.
So many years now have passed,
Yet after all still standing here
Against the world I am to last
For someone once I held so dear.
A shining soul set on a quest
Truth and Freedom to redeem,
With your sign upon my chest,
A warrior at heart and dream.
Yet blind they slander all of worth
Painted flowers in my mind, painted flowers,
Scarlet, crimson, ruby red, painted flowers.
Painted flowers in my mind, painted flowers,
Flowing, flowering around me, painted flowers.
Painted flowers in my mind, painted flowers,
In castles, dungeons deep, in rising towers.
Painted flowers in my mind, painted flowers,
Warm and glistening they flourish, painted flowers.
Painted flowers in my mind, painted flowers,
Shine of sun or sheen of metal, someone cowers.
Painted flowers in my mind, painted flowers,
From within they come alive, my painted flowers.
Painted flowers in my mind, painted flowers,
The song of blade, the rain of scarlet showers
In the darkness of a night
Once again I close my eyes,
Into a moment of insight
I soar into starlit skies.
In a scenery of dreams
To my eyes the worlds unwind,
Eternal beauty, but it seems
Only sorrow I will find.
As into endlessness I stare,
My mind is bound to what I miss,
A memory too difficult to bear
Of where my soul once felt bliss.
Worlds apart, worlds apart,
Shine on, brightest star.
Worlds apart, worlds apart,
An endless pain into my heart.
There was once upon a time
Someone from a world away
The words of any rhyme
Whom were poor to portray.
In the dark he was a sun,
In despair he was hope anew,
His fire would forever burn
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