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@sunflowerbean just put out a magical record not too long ago and @juliacumming pen goes sooo hard on this track 😩❤️‍🔥 I cry tears of existential awe everytime I listen 🎵: look what you’ve done to me

🥲❤️📹: @literalguitar

🤓🛸!blue note jazz fest was a success!🥲💕

The tritone splits the octave in half, forming a harmonic ratio of √2—an irrational number that repeats into infinity without resolving. Although this was unknown in medieval Europe, its sonic tension was deeply felt, profound enough to earn the name diabolus in musica. It’s as if the dissonance of the tritone posed a direct challenge to the religious craving for perfection and symmetry of the times. In a world built on pure fifths and major tonality, the tritone was an intruder—a sound that threatened a supposedly orderly cosmos. Humans have always feared what we can’t explain, yet even then, listeners intuited the anomaly without knowing that Mother Nature was at the chalkboard, sketching equations in the language of vibration. Unable to read her script, we called the sound unholy—failing to see it for what it was: a whisper of infinity in the fabric of harmony.

<😩>📸: @alantor

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🌞<Day 2>🌞📸: @alantor

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Suffering, far from being just one of life’s tragic inevitabilities, might honestly be one of the most profound and overlooked art forms available to us. Ancient teachings—from Buddhism to the Stoics—have long whispered the same phrase: life is suffering. But that’s never been the end all. They also handed down tools—meditation, devotion, discipline, surrender—not to erase suffering, but to transform it. To sculpt something radiant from its jagged edge. Even with this essential information, in modern life, we tend to look away from that deep intimacy humans have always had with pain. We try to escape it, fix it, numb it, but rarely do we quietly listen to what it’s offering. We forget that pain is not a detour—it’s the path.In every arena of human potential, pain acts as the gatekeeper. It is the stipulation embedded in every evolution. Emotionally, physically, psychically. Imagine a person being tortured: they know 2+2 equals 4. But pain is the condition under which they might deny that truth. It is not ignorance or confusion—it’s agony that tempts them to betray their deep knowing. So what about those who don’t betray it? Those who refuse to say 2+2=5 even under threat of persistent distress? These are the ones who have touched something deeper—a devotion to truth stronger than fear. And in a bit of a more chill way (or not), every one of us is offered that same test in our internal struggles.To suffer consciously is not to wither, but to practice. The way a cellist trains through aching fingertips to evoke harmony from the strings, we too must practice our response to pain. To master the art of suffering is to say: This hurts, but it will not deform me. I will learn, and through that learning, I will play my part in the symphony of becoming.

f is for friends who do stuff <together>

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