Sentences with phrase «sounds under the earth»

So all of the projections are made out of charcoal drawings and there's something in the graininess of the drawing itself that echoes the music, but also with the world that it's depicting — of things transforming, of sounds under the earth.»

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Think of the beliefs of the past — the Earth is the center of the solar system, the world is flat, you can't break the sound barrier, you can't run the mile in under four minutes, and there's no need for a computer in the home.

Judge made the biggest mistake of his life to let that mosque to be built.and problem is that people will pay heavily for that decision.Islam is the source of problem, Koran is the source problem.They use our freedom of religion, they sneak in cities under the name of peace and love then they strike hard, though other religions have no rights in their contries.Here is statement from Omar Ahmed chairman of the Board of council on America Islamic Relation:» Islam isn't in America to be equal to any other faith, but to become dominant.The Quran should be the highest authority in America, and Islam the only accepted religion on earth «Does this sounds to you religionf peace, love and logic?or terrorist thresd for thr future?

By analyzing the motions of sound waves reverberating inside the sun, solar physicists can reconstruct the temperatures and motions of gas under the surface — comparable to using seismic waves to probe structures within the Earth.

On the road, though, the Mercedes feels as if it weighs six tons, isolating you so completely from the harsh unpleasantries of planet earth that you imagine every airspace under the dash, in the doors, and in the roof must be filled with sound - and shock - absorbing maple syrup.

Human civilization (which doesn't sound like it's doing all that great to begin with) has come under siege by gigantic creatures who live beneath the surface of the Earth, and it's up to you to create and control powerful mechs to fend them off.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

Please forgive me for stating the obvious: there are mountains of scientific evidence, plenty of sound reasons and abundant common sense imploring the leaders of India, China, the US and the rest of the over-developed and under - developed world to consider that the seemingly endless, global expansion of large - scale industrialization and production capabilities, now overspreading the surface of Earth, could be approaching a point in history when these unbridled big - business activities could dangerously destablize frangible global ecosystems, irreversibly degrade the environment, recklessly dissipate Earth's natural resource base and, perhaps, destroy our planetary home as a fit place for human habitation by our children.

Also how on earth can you even comment on what the Note 8 looks like under sunlight??? You sound like a jackass, phones aren't meant to «look great» under sunlight!