Herblore of the Shire by Meriadoc Brandybuck.
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The sad story of the Yaoya’s daughter.
Warwick Goble, from Green Willow and other Japanese fairy tales, by Grace James, London, 1910.
1st Century AD Gold, Turquoise and Carnelian Boot Buckles depicting a chariot drawn by dragons, found in Tomb IV in Tillya Tepe, Afghanistan
The burial could correspond to Scythian or Parthian tribes dwelling in the area, or may correspond to the extinction of the local Yuezhi royal dynasty after the conquests of all the other xihou or ‘princes’ in Daxia by Kujula Kadphises.
Roman Marble Dog Columbarium Panel Circa 1st-2nd Century AD
Depicting a dog wearing a collar, with short ears and incised fur, the tail curling upwards, with two lines of carved Latin text:
"For darling Metilianus, Lucius Novius Aprilis made (this)"
I’m Getting Ready // Michael Kiwanuka
Empathy isn’t just something that happens to us—a meteor shower of synapses firing across the brain—it’s also a choice we make: to pay attention, to extend ourselves. It’s made of exertion, that dowdier cousin of impulse. Sometimes we care for another because we know we should, or because it’s asked for, but this doesn’t make our caring hollow. The act of choosing simply means we’ve committed ourselves to a set of behaviors greater than the sum of our individual inclinations: I will listen to his sadness, even when I’m deep in my own. To say ‘going through the motions’—this isn’t reduction so much as acknowledgment of the effort—the labor, the motions, the dance—of getting inside another person’s state of heart or mind.
This confession of effort chafes against the notion that empathy should always arise unbidden, that genuine means the same thing as unwilled, that intentionality is the enemy of love. But I believe in intention and I believe in work. I believe in waking up in the middle of the night and packing our bags and leaving our worst selves for our better ones.
St. Lorenz church, Nuremberg.
Brothers Rouargue, from Voyage pittoresque en Allemagne (Picturesque travel through Germany), by Xavier Marmier, Paris 1860.