Sofia's Spirit Page

Spirit

The World

We, all over, of different perspectives and cultures, view the world from our own angle, as though looking through a facet of a billion-facetted sapphire.
My soul sings to every one to listen to the sound, so quiet, of the Earth upon which we live. With our own perpective, in the special way that each of us moves, My wish is that we can treat ourselves with the love that we deserve, and from that love, understand that our Earth needs us.
Thus, I hope that each of us moves with the most consciousness available to us personally, and striving always to move more consciously, move forward into a beautiful future; not one of pain, pollution, sickness, overpopulation, sadness, but CREATING OUR OWN REALITY, a reality of green technology (such as hydrogen power), green roofs, treating your neighbor as you would want to be treated, and all the things that this lovely world deserves: Our love.

We all have great talents to contribute to others. I hope to do my part to help the world and all of its inhabitants!

MORNING.
- By Edward Rowland Sills

ENTERED once, at break of day,
A chapel, lichen - stained and gray,
Where a congregation dozed and heard
An old monk read from a written Word.
No light through the window-panes could pass,
For shutters were closed on the rich stained-glass;
And in a gloom like the nether night
The monk read on by a taper's light.
Ghostly with shadows, that shrank and grew
As the dim light flared, were aisle and pew;
And the congregation that dozed around,
Listened without a stir or sound
Save one, who rose with wistful face,
And shifted a shutter from its place.
Then light flashed in like a flashing gem
For dawn had come unknown to them
And a slender beam, like a lance of gold,
Shot to the crimson curtain-fold,
Over the bended head of him
Who pored and pored by the taper dim;
And it kindled over his wrinkled brow
Such words- "The law which was till now;
And I wondered that, under that morning ray,
When night and shadow were scattered away,
The monk should bow his locks of white
By a taper's feebly flickering light
Should pore, and pore, and never seem
To notice the golden morning-beam.

Anime

One of the cultural aspects of Japan that I have always appreciated, is the beautiful art.
A modern form of Japanese Art is Anime. Different from Ukio-e or Sumi-E
(which I studied for three years during my life there) it still
exhibits Japanese wabi-sabi qualities of simplicity and precision.

UTENA

These are selected pictures (jpegs) from my favorite anime/manga series.

This picture of "Anthy, the Rose Bride" from the "Revolutionary Girl Utena" will lead you to an encompassing Utena Page.

The artistry in Utena is incredibly beautiful and the architectural fascades are amazing. The manga (comic book) has better and more detailed architectural designs, while the anime (animation) series is more action packed. It is also a very unusual tale, done in the style of a modern fairy tale but having some wierdly surreal and unexplained occurrences, such as upside down castles, boxing kangaroos, and letters from the unexplained 'end of the world'.

CHOBITS

The next pic is from a darling manga/anime called Chobits, and illustrated is the lead character, a super computer named Chii. It is the love story of a man and his machine.

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