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𖡛 A collection of things I find interesting — exploring the realm’s deeper truths.
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Historia Occulta
30.04.202511:10
Where the Mind Ends, the Bone Speaks
The phrase “I know it in my bones” doesn’t come from metaphor—it comes from memory. Not the kind stored in the mind, but the kind woven deep into the structure of the body, beneath thought, beneath language. Bones are not just support—they are record. They outlast flesh, outlast memory, and in many traditions, they are believed to carry the echo of ancestral knowledge, the quiet hum of continuity.
To feel something in your bones is to recognize it not through evidence, but through resonance. It’s not intuition. It’s the sensation of something remembered, not learned—something cellular, marrow-deep. In ancient belief systems, bones were sacred. The marrow inside them generates blood. The form they hold survives long after everything else is gone. They are the body’s last voice.
So when the phrase slips out—“I just know it in my bones”—it’s not poetic. It’s a declaration of something older than proof. A truth the body never forgot.
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The phrase “I know it in my bones” doesn’t come from metaphor—it comes from memory. Not the kind stored in the mind, but the kind woven deep into the structure of the body, beneath thought, beneath language. Bones are not just support—they are record. They outlast flesh, outlast memory, and in many traditions, they are believed to carry the echo of ancestral knowledge, the quiet hum of continuity.
To feel something in your bones is to recognize it not through evidence, but through resonance. It’s not intuition. It’s the sensation of something remembered, not learned—something cellular, marrow-deep. In ancient belief systems, bones were sacred. The marrow inside them generates blood. The form they hold survives long after everything else is gone. They are the body’s last voice.
So when the phrase slips out—“I just know it in my bones”—it’s not poetic. It’s a declaration of something older than proof. A truth the body never forgot.
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转发自:Historia Occulta
16.04.202502:49
The Last Man Who Tried to Know Everything
Athanasius Kircher lived at the crossroads of collapse and curiosity. Born in 1602, he watched the old world buckle under war, plague, and religious fracture—and answered with relentless observation. He studied volcanoes by lowering himself into Vesuvius. He collected fossils, built machines, mapped languages, and wrote more than thirty volumes on everything from magnetism to ancient Egypt.
But Kircher wasn’t a generalist. He believed the world was connected—that music, light, language, and nature were all part of one continuous system. His work reads strangely now, because it doesn’t separate disciplines the way modern science does. In Kircher’s mind, the world wasn’t meant to be taken apart. It was meant to be read.
He made mistakes—many of them—but he left behind something rare: a model of knowledge that wasn’t extractive. One that tried, however imperfectly, to hold wonder and structure in the same hand.
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Athanasius Kircher lived at the crossroads of collapse and curiosity. Born in 1602, he watched the old world buckle under war, plague, and religious fracture—and answered with relentless observation. He studied volcanoes by lowering himself into Vesuvius. He collected fossils, built machines, mapped languages, and wrote more than thirty volumes on everything from magnetism to ancient Egypt.
But Kircher wasn’t a generalist. He believed the world was connected—that music, light, language, and nature were all part of one continuous system. His work reads strangely now, because it doesn’t separate disciplines the way modern science does. In Kircher’s mind, the world wasn’t meant to be taken apart. It was meant to be read.
He made mistakes—many of them—but he left behind something rare: a model of knowledge that wasn’t extractive. One that tried, however imperfectly, to hold wonder and structure in the same hand.
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18.04.202512:08
𝙶𝙻𝙽:𝟷𝟷:𝟷𝟽 | "The One Who is the God of Gods is so great that He cannot be defined in the speech of men. Neither can they conceive Him in their thoughts, for He is beyond their understanding. Mortal man has limitations; therefore, let men conceive Him as they will. It is of no importance, providing their conception serves both His purpose and the glorification of man."
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