“The Event of a Thread” is a large scale interactive swing installation by Ann Hamilton
I can remember the feeling of swinging—how hard we would work for those split seconds, flung at furthest extension, just before the inevitable downward and backward pull, when we felt momentarily free of gravity, a little hiccup of suspension when our hands loosened on the chain and our torsos raised off the seat. We were sailing, so inside the motion—time stopped—and then suddenly rushed again toward us. We would line up on the playground and try to touch the sky, alone together.
HOLY FUCKIN GOD WHAT OH MY FUCKING GOD HOLY SHITBALLS OH MY GOD HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD WHY AM I NOT THERE WHY AM I NOT THERE WHY I AM I NOT THERE
Ancient healers believed Earth’s energy could be easily absorbed through our skin and through the soles of our feet.
Studies proves earthing (also called grounding) can improve your blood pressure, reduce cortisol, and even help problems sleeping. It’s done by reconnecting your body with the free electrons that flow through the Earth’s surface and it’s as easy as walking barefoot outdoors.
Thich Quang Duc was a Vietnamese Mahayana Buddhist monk who burned himself to death at a busy Saigon road intersection on June 11 1963. Quang Duc was protesting about the persecution of Buddhists by the South Vietnamese government led by Ngo Dinh Diem. After his death, his body was re-cremated, but his heart remained intact.
photos by Malcom Browne
It’s important to note that not once did he make a sound while he burned himself alive.
Every single time I see this, I am amazed at the fact he not only just sat there calmly while burning to death, but didn’t make a sound at all. As someone that’s been on fire before and gotten badly burnt (full thickness burns, AKA 3rd degree burns), it defies everything I know about the whole experience. It was absolute fucking agony and after good deal of time of feeling the pain of my flesh burning and realising I couldn’t put myself out, I lost my mind and ran around screaming and swearing. Knowing what that feels like, I cannot, for the life of me, figure out how he did that. I just can’t.