via earthporn@reddit

Drifting out on the stillness of myself, I saw back onto who I was supposed to be. What remained on the surface of the being I’ve become.

In this vacant, yet enveloping silence I could speak without talking. Listen without hearing. Be without living. How is it I exist without thinking? In this silence, in this stillness…

(JamRam-Chap)

callmejam:

“Sometimes, when one is moving silently though such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that oneself, as an individual human being, is slowly being unraveled. The surrounding space is so vast that it becomes increasingly difficult to keep a balanced grip on one’s own being. The mind swells out to fill the entire landscape, becoming so diffuse in the process that one loses the ability to keep it fastened to the physical self. The sun would rise from the eastern horizon, and cut it’s way across the empty sky, and sink below the western horizon. This was the only perceptible change in our surroundings. And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love.”

(Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle)

via Michael McDermott

[a seahorse inspects a diver’s watch] (Don McLeish)

ice cave in Vatnajokull Glacier, Iceland.

via imgur