Friday, September 16, 2011

Libya Amazing Beauty


http://www.livius.org/ga-gh/garamantes/garamantes.html


http://whc.unesco.org/en/list/287

http://whc.unesco.org/en/list/287
 Garamantes: name of a nation of desert dwellers in the Fezzan (southwestern Libya, near modern Germa).



The country has not always been a desert. Between about 10,000 and 6,000 BCE, the country was more like a savanna, and there were perennial lakes. There were people living here, who are known as the makers of the "Wild fauna" art, named after the animals represented (e.g., Wadi Mathendous). Tools were made of flint stone. The sixth millennium, however, witnessed great droughts, and the area was completely abandoned... more reading in here
Intriguing part of old thing when it comes alive, is a bivalence. Just there sensual, therefore it is.   Benevolence yet destruction. Nothing arbitrary or artificial but a lovingly weathered natural and pure wisdom. It is affectionate and temperament. Immensity charged with profundity a life giver yet life taker. Enchanting emotion is purely wild and savage life itself. The life has been a cycle of  experience, a  depicted with succinct lively bold colours and motioned lines. Here is thousands of years ago, human repulses and struggles, their motive power of action, embalmed energy to drive its impulse, culpabilities to nature, it has been heartless fore yet is a benevolence ally. Unemotional yet full of emotions, inactive soil of destroyer and indomitable will of doer. Fully alive organism within, make its infertile body fully fertile, s/he is the initiator and control its internal force to meet its ever change external force. Extreme,  s/he has no moderation but loves so passionately and hates wholeheartedly.  S/he is so sensual lusty and mystical, unscrupulous and intuitive, know it all worldly and a pure childish,  a giver yet coldly calculative, a tentative friend and demand its majestically solitude; today duty bound  and tomorrow an atheist,  ardently temperamental and cool rational, utterly masculine yet utterly feminine, s/he is the  red desert.  Dream of wheels.

By the way I went the sea few days back, what an enchanting witch, was so  alive, O yes she was so ever caprice temperamental, rollerblading, was fully riding her waves wings of tanner.