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I found this picture searching the interwebs today at church. Well, technically I was in the church parking lot while the 3rd hour was EQPeeing.

This pictures captures my emotions, redefined faith, and inordinate experience since swallowing the red pill.

It's by Isreali street artist Addam Yekutieli aka Know Hope.

In the center I see the church of my birth, morphed into an unrecognizable figure. On the right, I kneel as I dismantle the church of my youth exposing various problems and issues. Behind me is my wife, covering my eyes, fearful of what I find. We both wear our hearts on our sleeve. Notice the hole I've left in her heart? On the left, the creature closest to the dismantled church is the church's version of Satan. The church wispering in my ear that what I see is counterfeit. The creature behind Satan is the cog dis pulling and unwinding the brainwash. Notice the look of indifference on its face? The letters above reference the confusion and uncertainty. Ironically, the artist's name Know Hope captures my sentiment? Some days I know hope. Some days there is no hope.

This is not a painting. This is a photograph taken by the Cassini probe with Saturn eclipsing the sun.



There is a bright dot on the left side of the picture just outside of the outer most ring. That is Earth. This picture was not staged. NASA was just taking pictures from several vantage points and produced this image not expecting that this would show up. Saturn does not have a dark side. It has a dimmer side because the rings reflect a lot of sunlight onto the night side of Saturn. In my not so humble opinion, no church has ever produced an edifice that I would choose over this picture.

This, perfectly....

This poem by Mary Oliver.

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Literature has had a profound effect on my perception of life and my values. The spoken word has also contributed greatly.

My favorite art forms currently are video games and message boards. Movies and TV programs to a lesser extent. All of these art forms are improved by adding in overlays of humor, drama and a bit of science fiction. Without these three overlays, we would have no hope of ever being able to hie to Kolob.

Hagoth beat me to it - I was going to post The Scream, too. That captures how I felt when I realized the church had LIED to me and many others to get us into the MLM and build its coffers.

So, in lieu of that, this cartoon seems appropriate for some here. It's not how I feel about faith and Christ, but it sort of resonates with me when trying to visualize a child predator as being a persecuted spiritual leader. Joseph Smith is not even as worthy as an insect.
This image speaks to me. Best laugh I've had this week on Facebook!

SG

Music captures my experience and emotions more than any other form of art. Too many different styles and genres to mention, honestly...

This pretty much sums it up for me.

Mother Nature's art is the best for me.

For me it's a song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-2U0Ivkn2Ds

Hermey wrote:This, perfectly....

This is amazing, Hermey. I love it.

This is exactly how I feel. I can kind of see the grandeur of God, and it is exciting to see the potential of being free.

Hermey wrote:This, perfectly....

I really love that!

Not art, but this picture from Cologne in 1944
The entire old city of Cologne turned to rubble, but the greatest Gothic Cathedral north of the Alps was still standing.
To me it means so much. That building in and of itself.
The history, it´s construction from 1248 to 1880, the endless work, everything.
Every time I walk onto the Domplatz and see it I tear up.
Those 515ft spires almost ethereally disappearing into the air...... No Temple comes even close.

This is how I felt when I realized there was another beautiful life outside the cave.

Fifi de la Vergne wrote:This poem by Mary Oliver.

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

This is beautiful Fifi! Perfect!

moksha wrote: ↑Mon Oct 24, 2016 3:40 am My favorite art forms currently are video games and message boards.

Por exemplo:

https://staticdelivery.nexusmods.com/im ... 436523.jpg
https://staticdelivery.nexusmods.com/im ... 564968.jpg
https://staticdelivery.nexusmods.com/im ... 232570.png
https://staticdelivery.nexusmods.com/im ... 383970.jpg
https://staticdelivery.nexusmods.com/im ... 067904.jpg

It is not so much the art, but the experience of being inside the art. Each of these screenshots I took was but a momentary encapsulation of the entire experience.

I LOVE this thread!
Beyond the Reef by Rob Gonsalves... (water symbolizes consciousness)