The roses in this photo remind me of the difference between seeing and being. When we look at them they remind us of something personal in our own lives, perhaps something of an intimacy that disappears into an infinity. The reminding is in the memory of them, a living memory of a moment that we revive and relive in each remembering. But the being of the moment is different, it is the momentary passing of a rich perfume, purple like the colour, that intoxicated the senses - the perfume itself invoking a profusion of older memories, fantasies, invention, a whole world of the beauty of being, never mind the breeze slightly creasing the petals, the damp slightly cooling their touch, and the sound of a far off church bell somewhere tolling some news. This being of the present moment is the being of existence itself and we cannot grasp it, hold it closely, stop its never ending movement, as it passes through us like a love ray, irradiating our lives with its gift.
This website is about trying to document such being in some small way. We are against payment, the price, exchange value, and all forms of reducing the other human being to a thing.
We hope the fragments here will encourage the reader to live and live their lives fully. We only have ourselves.
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