From Psalm 103

 As for man, his days are as grass;

as a flower of the field, so he flourishes.

But the wind passes over, and soon all disappears;

and his place will no more exist.

 

-Psalm 103

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi

 

 

Vanitas II

 

 

 

On human experience

We can’t avoid thinking of our existential condition, of the shortness of our lives, of the transitory nature of everything. We do it all the time we exist, in all societies. The brevity of life torments the human spirit. The proximity of death is a source of grief during all our life

 

-Edgar Morin

Altered But Always Safe

Kunstkammer IV

Kunstkammer III