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We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It’s one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it’s another to think that yours is the only path.
Paulo Coelho

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The Cooper Union Museum for the Arts of Decoration, now known as the Cooper Hewitt, Smithsonian Design Museum, held an exhibit in the ’40s about the cat in history and art. Nine Lives, its exhibit catalog, is available in our collection of digitized books, and was used as a reference in the Wikipedia article on the cultural depiction of cats.

If you’re curious, the Smithsonian Collections Search can point you to over 100 objects in the Cooper Hewitt about cats.

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Jyoti Sackett 
Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say. — Mitch Albom. 

Jyoti Sackett 

Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say. — Mitch Albom. 

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The Fiery Furnaces / “Here Comes the Summer”

I have a mind to confuse things,
unite them, bring them to birth,
mix them up, undress them,
until the light of the world
has the oneness of the ocean,
a generous, vast wholeness,
a crepitant fragrance.
Pablo Neruda, “Too Many Names”

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You are immortal; you’ve existed for billions of years in different manifestations, because you are Life, and Life cannot die. You are in the trees, the butterflies, the fish, the air, the moon, the sun. Wherever you go, you are there, waiting for yourself.
Don Miguel Ruiz

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CHEN Jiang Hong 陈江洪 Chinese, b.1963 Based in Paris since 1987)

here and here

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Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
Samuel Beckett

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"That we go numb along the way is to be expected. Even the bravest among us, who give their lives to care for others, go numb with fatigue, when the heart can take in no more, when we need time to digest all we meet. Overloaded and overwhelmed, we start to pull back from the world, so we can internalize what the world keeps giving us. Perhaps the noblest private act is the unheralded effort to return: to open our hearts once they’ve closed, to open our souls once they’ve shied away, to soften our minds once they’ve been hardened by the storms of our day.”
―Mark Nepo, “Hearing the Cries of the World” from our summer 2013 issue (which happened to be our 150th issue of Parabola.
Read Nepo’s essay here.
Photography Credit: Fernando Lemos
via: parabola-magazine.

"That we go numb along the way is to be expected. Even the bravest among us, who give their lives to care for others, go numb with fatigue, when the heart can take in no more, when we need time to digest all we meet. Overloaded and overwhelmed, we start to pull back from the world, so we can internalize what the world keeps giving us. Perhaps the noblest private act is the unheralded effort to return: to open our hearts once they’ve closed, to open our souls once they’ve shied away, to soften our minds once they’ve been hardened by the storms of our day.”


―Mark Nepo, “Hearing the Cries of the World” from our summer 2013 issue (which happened to be our 150th issue of Parabola.

Read Nepo’s essay here.

Photography Credit: Fernando Lemos

via: parabola-magazine.

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Sam by Edward W. Quigley, 1898-1977

Sam by Edward W. Quigley, 1898-1977

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