I believe in the surreal. The transformation of the mundane into legend, the absurd into custom, and the creation of icons are intrinsic to my work, regardless of medium or genre. I hope for my work to inhabit these spaces where myth is made fact and forgotten. It is where our pennies are turned into wishes and where history is cured. It is in these pockets of transience where I have found myself, at once most at home and most vulnerable. — Kambui Olujimi

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Does progress mean that we dissolve our ancient myths? If we forget our legends, I fear that we shall close an important door to the imagination. — James Christensen

There is a fundamental reason why we look at the sky with wonder and longing—for the same reason that we stand, hour after hour, gazing at the distant swell of the open ocean. There is something like an ancient wisdom, encoded and tucked away in our DNA, that knows its point of origin as surely as a salmonid knows its creek. Intellectually, we may not want to return there, but the genes know, and long for their origins—their home in the salty depths. But if the seas are our immediate source, the penultimate source is certainly the heavens… . The spectacular truth is—and this is something that your DNA has known all along—the very atoms of your body—the iron, calcium, phosphorus, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and on and on—were initially forged in long-dead stars. This is why, when you stand outside under a moonless, country sky, you feel some ineffable tugging at your innards. We are star stuff. Keep looking up. — Jerry Waxman, Astronomical Tidbits  

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Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks, and the setting sun with the last light of Durin’s Day will shine upon the key-hole. — J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:

The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,

Hath had elsewhere its setting,

And cometh from afar:

Not in entire forgetfulness,

And not in utter nakedness,

But trailing clouds of glory do we come

From God, who is our home:
Intimations of Immortality by William Wordsworth

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Eskimo Proverb 

Nebula, located 20,000 light-years away in the constellation Carina, NASA

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When is the last time you actually sat down and had a conversation with a giraffe? That’s what I thought. You are hopelessly clueless on giraffe culture, their likes/dislikes and voting patterns — most giraffes are probably libertarian. —  Giraffes? Giraffes!, Dr. and Mr. Doris Haggis-On-Whey

The night

hath been to me a more familiar face

than that of man; and in her starry shade

of dim and solitary loveliness

I learned the language of another world.

— Lord Bryon (via the-rx)

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Beautiful Photo of Saturn Taken by Cassini

                    Unreal, yet real. — Wright

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Hoag’s Object, a non-typical galaxy of the type known as a ring galaxy.

Things are as they are. Looking out into the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.   — Alan Watts