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The Birth of Mother Earth: Modern Philosophical Art
The Birth of Mother Earth: Modern Philosophical Art
The Birth of Mother Earth: Modern Philosophical Art
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Modern Philosophy is a rare collection of thought provoking artwork and shocking new-age thinking. From the very first chapter in which Mother Earth explains her self-creation to the later chapters and volumes in which man defiles her meaning and questions her grandeur, these mind bending texts bring general philosophy to a whole new level!
Wrap your fingers around this book and your mind around the concepts and fear falling into the creative world of modern art.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJay M Horne
Release dateMar 15, 2011
ISBN9781458013279
The Birth of Mother Earth: Modern Philosophical Art

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    Modern Philosophy is a rare collection of thought provoking artwork and shocking new-age thinking. From the very first chapter in which Mother Earth explains her self-creation to the later chapters and volumes in which man defiles her meaning and questions her grandeur, these mind bending texts bring general philosophy to a whole new level!

    Wrap your fingers around this book and your mind around the concepts and fear falling into the creative world of modern art.

    1.

    Mother Earth Speaks

    Coldness. There is no place to go outward in which to escape this dismal darkness. No choice, I turn in on myself, the only place I can behold that is to go. Deeper. Around in circles, covering every inch within myself to never have doubted I didn’t search. Escape this impossibly deep sea of solitude.

    Warmth. The warmth you feel as a child before birth. Coiled tightly in upon yourself to push the blood inward. Like a fetus…… I can feel. The coldness is fading slowly but it is there. On the outside of me, but it is there. I swirl quickly. Moving faster upon myself in torrents until again I feel the WARMTH… Ah the warmth. But that coldness is seeping back in on me as I

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