August 2015

In search of the meaning of Time.Greenwhich

By rbaez on August 30th, 2015, 20:54 in Metafísica

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Other realities.Cambridge

By rbaez on August 28th, 2015, 19:43 in Metafísica

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New Realities. Cambridge

By rbaez on August 27th, 2015, 17:56 in Metafísica

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Being-Philosophycal. Frascati meditations

By rbaez on August 25th, 2015, 20:11 in Metafísica

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Dreaming?

By rbaez on August 25th, 2015, 19:48 in Metafísica

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Dasein. Old days

By rbaez on August 23rd, 2015, 20:31 in Metafísica

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Dasein. Cambridge

By rbaez on August 23rd, 2015, 20:28 in Metafísica

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The world... Tenis?

By rbaez on August 23rd, 2015, 13:00 in Metafísica

More: here

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The World.. Frascatti

By rbaez on August 23rd, 2015, 12:44 in Metafísica

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Existenziell.

By rbaez on August 22nd, 2015, 0:14 in Metafísica

Three small studies.
An understanding of all this which relates to one's existence.

Version #1
http://www.artrbd.com/PORTFOLIO/Existenziell/index.html

Version#2
http://www.artrbd.com/PORTFOLIO/Existenziell2/index.html

Version#3
http://www.artrbd.com/PORTFOLIO/Existenziell3/index.html

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Existenziell

By rbaez on August 20th, 2015, 20:24 in Intimacy

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Being there: Estar alli. Cambridge

By rbaez on August 20th, 2015, 20:03 in Metafísica

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Autum in the afternoon. Ely

By rbaez on August 17th, 2015, 21:17 in Metafísica

The marvelous country side of Cambridgeshire. Ely

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The Eternal: Cambridge. Being-across-Time

By rbaez on August 16th, 2015, 20:49 in Metafísica

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Dordogne

By rbaez on August 15th, 2015, 15:58 in Metafísica

A thousand suns will stream on thee,
A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Ely.UK

By rbaez on August 15th, 2015, 0:46 in Metafísica

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Ely, UK

By rbaez on August 14th, 2015, 1:32 in Metafísica

“The poets are in the vanguard of a changed conception of Being.”
Martin Heidegger

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The limits of my language means the limits of my world. Ludwig Wittgenstein

By rbaez on August 13th, 2015, 15:37 in Metafísica

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Beign-in-Tuscany

By rbaez on August 12th, 2015, 1:38 in Metafísica

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Portraits of Time

By rbaez on August 12th, 2015, 1:29 in Metafísica

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Being- in-Tuscany

By rbaez on August 10th, 2015, 1:04 in Metafísica

Aletheia (Ancient Greek: λήθεια)
An attempt to make sense of how things in the world appear to human beings as
part of an opening in intelligibility, as "unclosedness" or "unconcealedness"

Heidegger

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Meaning and projection

By rbaez on August 7th, 2015, 17:27 in Metafísica

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Suave atardecer

By rbaez on August 6th, 2015, 23:06 in Metafísica

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Semiotics through Time. Frascatti

By rbaez on August 4th, 2015, 19:09 in Metafísica

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Modern semiotics. Train to Frascatti

By rbaez on August 3rd, 2015, 0:32 in Intimacy

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The semiotic of Ages. Montalcino

By rbaez on August 2nd, 2015, 15:03 in Metafísica

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And yet, and yet. Montalcino

By rbaez on August 1st, 2015, 10:59 in Metafísica

And yet, and yet . . . Denying temporal succession, denying the self, denying the astronomical universe, are apparent desperations and secret consolations. Our destiny is not frightful by being unreal; it is frightful because it is irreversible and iron-clad. Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges.

JL BORGES