"Mockingbirds don’t do one thing except make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corn cribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.” - Harper Lee
The lizards were unavailable for comment/rebuttal.
Ich sitze an meinem Schreibtisch, scrolle Kosmos482 hinterher. Der Mann rührt Kuchenteig an, das Kind plaudert ihm die Ohren voll.
Die Küchenmaschine dreht höher, das Kind quasselt lauter. Ich stelle mein Times Radio lauter.
#CircleOfLife oder so.
Cursing my camera's autofocus for almost but not quite capturing this amazing shot. The bee flew away, I'm assuming unharmed. I didn't even notice the spider until I got to a computer. The perils of blind photography 
That one photo brings to mind that the day is pregnant with possibilities. But I must make it so.
#Monterey
#MorningWalk
#Possibility
#Intention
#Opportunity
#CircleOfLife
And here we are, eating stuff and extracting energy from it that was created by photosynthesis, and discarding what we can’t use, and then bacteria eat our waste products to *hand wavy* get energy back to something that does photosynthesis again. You know, the #circleOfLife.
You think you feel insignificant, what about that one bacteria, one out of trillions just laying about? And yet, there it was. (4/4)
A quotation from Marcus Aurelius
Constantly think of the Universe as one living creature, embracing one being and one soul; how all is absorbed into the one consciousness of this living creature; how it compasses all things with a single purpose, and how all things work together to cause all that comes to pass, and their wonderful web and texture.
[Ὡς ἓν ζῷον τὸν κόσμον, μίαν οὐσίαν καὶ ψυχὴν μίαν ἐπέχον, συνεχῶς ἐπινοεῖν καὶ πῶς εἰς αἴσθησιν μίαν τὴν τούτου πάντα ἀναδίδοται καὶ πῶς ὁρμῇ μιᾷ πάντα πράσσει καὶ πῶς πάντα πάντων τῶν γινομένων συναίτια καὶ οἵα τις ἡ σύννησις καὶ συμμήρυσις.]
Marcus Aurelius (AD 121-180) Roman emperor (161-180), Stoic philosopher
Meditations [To Himself; Τὰ εἰς ἑαυτόν], Book 4, ch. 40 (4.40) (AD 161-180) [tr. Farquharson (1944)]
Sourcing, notes, alternate translations: wist.info/marcus-aureleus/2677…
Neues Leben auf totem Holz.
#pilze #wald #totholz #moos #circleoflife
(Ursprünglich am 10. Oktober 2022 auf Instagram gepostet.)
A thought-provoking challenge to our moral double standards. 
Your choices can save lives. Take the VEGAN PLEDGE: https://drove.com/.2A4o 
#circleoflife #vegan #ethics #quotes #quoteoftheday
Saw an American Woodcock in Baltimore today! Unfortunately for the Woodcock, so did a Cooper's Hawk. #birds #circleoflife
The circle of life. Twee muisjes eten (ook) van de kittenbrokjes, maar grote kans dat deze muisjes ook weer door de opvangegels opgegeten worden. Win-win situatie.
He had never before been quite so acutely aware of the particular quality and function of November, its ripeness and its hushed sadness. The year proceeds not in a straight line through the seasons, but in a circle that brings the world and man back to the dimness and mystery in which both began, and out of which a new seed-time and a new generation are about to begin. Old men, thought Cadfael, believe in that new beginning, but experience only the ending. It may be that God is reminding me that I am approaching my November. Well, why regret it? November has beauty, has seen the harvest into the barns, even laid by next year’s seed. No need to fret about not being allowed to stay and sow it, someone else will do that. So go contentedly into the earth with the moist, gentle, skeletal leaves, worn to cobweb fragility, like the skins of very old men, that bruise and stain at the mere brushing of the breeze, and flower into brown blotches as the leaves into rotting gold. The colours of late autumn are the colours of the sunset: the farewell of the year and the farewell of the day. And of the life of man? Well, if it ends in a flourish of gold, that is no bad ending.
Ellis Peters (1913-1995) English writer, translator [pseud. of Edith Mary Pargeter, who also wrote under the names John Redfern, Jolyon Carr, Peter Benedict]
Brother Cadfael’s Penance, ch. 1 (1994)
Sourcing, notes: wist.info/peters-ellis/75247/
The way of Providence is a little rude. The habit of snake and spider, the snap of the tiger and other leapers and bloody jumpers, the crackle of the bones of his prey in the coil of the anaconda, — these are in the system, and our habits are like theirs. You have just dined, and however scrupulously the slaughter-house is concealed in the graceful distance of miles, there is complicity, expensive races, — race living at the expense of race.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) American essayist, lecturer, poet
Essay (1860), “Fate,” The Conduct of Life, ch. 1
Sourcing, notes: wist.info/emerson-ralph-waldo/…
@MunkyBone In twenty to thirty years' time he won't be as keen and eager and will be looking at his own pfy and thinking:
"In twenty to thirty years' time you won't be as keen and eager and will be looking at your own pfy and thinking."
This is a really cool rendition of #CircleOfLife by the Stellenbosch University Choir: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-zytX4zFQfw&utm_source=Mastodon #SouthAfrica #music
Schönes, kleines Hörstück über den "Walsturz" von Michaela Vieser und Matas Petrikas 
"Stirbt ein Wal, sinkt sein Körper auf den Meeresgrund. Dort, in der kalten, dunklen Tiefe beginnt eine Transformation: Der Ozean bringt Leben auf unvorstellbare Weise zurück."
Guarda il testo della canzone “Circle Of Life” di O Rei Leão
#OReiLeão #CircleOfLife
https://daletra.online/o-rei-leao-the-lion-king/testi/circle-of-life.html
