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                <title>I C God</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 01:05:01 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">I C God</media:title>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2009-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Background<br />It is well known how often psychiatric patients report religious experiences. These are especially frequent in schizophrenic and epileptic patients as the subject of their delusions. The question we pose is: are there differences between this kind of religious experiences and those we find in religious texts or in the mythological tradition?<br />Results<br />An overview on famous mythological narratives, such as The Aeneid, allows us to establish that the divinities become recognizable to the human being at the moment of their departure. Thus, Aeneas does not recognise his mother, Venus, when she appears to him in the middle of the forest at the coast of Africa. A dialogue between the two takes place, and only at the end of the encounter, when she is going away and already with her back to Aeneas, she shows her son the signs of her divinity: the rose-flush emanating from her neck, her hair perfume and the majesty of her gait. Something analogous can be observed in the encounter of Moses with Yahweh on Mount Sinai. Moses asks God: "Show me your glory, I beg you". And God replies, among other things: "you shall see the back of me, but my face is not to be seen". In the same sense, the Emmaus disciples do not recognise Jesus till the moment of his disappearance ("but he had vanished from their sight"), and Saul of Tars falls off his horse just in the moment when he feels the divine presence. In short, the direct encounter with the divinity seems not to occur in the realm of myth or in religious tradition. The realm of madness is exactly the opposite. Our research on religious experiences in schizophrenic and epileptic patients leads us to conclude that God appears to them face to face, and the patient describes God the father, Jesus or the Virgin Mary in intimate detail, always in an everyday setting. So, the divinity is seen in the garden, or in the bedroom, or maybe above the wardrobe, without any of its majesty. The nearness to God also tends to be so extreme that even an identification of patient and God can occur. That light emanating from the world of the divine ceases to be perceived by them.<br />Conclusion<br />While in mythological narratives God appears to the human being at the moment of His departure or showing His back, psychiatric patients with religious delusions experience the divinity in a direct way, face to face. Given the deformation of the divine occurring on the edge of madness we can better understand the mysterious words from Yahweh to Moses in Exodus: "for man cannot see me and live". ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs51/150/i/2009/322/6/3/I_C_God_by_ahermin.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs51/300W/i/2009/322/6/3/I_C_God_by_ahermin.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs51/i/2009/322/6/3/I_C_God_by_ahermin.jpg" height="600" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Background<br />It is well known how often psychiatric patients report religious experiences. These are especially frequent in schizophrenic and epileptic patients as the subject of their delusions. The question we pose is: are there differences between this kind of religious experiences and those we find in religious texts or in the mythological tradition?<br />Results<br />An overview on famous mythological narratives, such as The Aeneid, allows us to establish that the divinities become recognizable to the human being at the moment of their departure. Thus, Aeneas does not recognise his mother, Venus, when she appears to him in the middle of the forest at the coast of Africa. A dialogue between the two takes place, and only at the end of the encounter, when she is going away and already with her back to Aeneas, she shows her son the signs of her divinity: the rose-flush emanating from her neck, her hair perfume and the majesty of her gait. Something analogous can be observed in the encounter of Moses with Yahweh on Mount Sinai. Moses asks God: "Show me your glory, I beg you". And God replies, among other things: "you shall see the back of me, but my face is not to be seen". In the same sense, the Emmaus disciples do not recognise Jesus till the moment of his disappearance ("but he had vanished from their sight"), and Saul of Tars falls off his horse just in the moment when he feels the divine presence. In short, the direct encounter with the divinity seems not to occur in the realm of myth or in religious tradition. The realm of madness is exactly the opposite. Our research on religious experiences in schizophrenic and epileptic patients leads us to conclude that God appears to them face to face, and the patient describes God the father, Jesus or the Virgin Mary in intimate detail, always in an everyday setting. So, the divinity is seen in the garden, or in the bedroom, or maybe above the wardrobe, without any of its majesty. The nearness to God also tends to be so extreme that even an identification of patient and God can occur. That light emanating from the world of the divine ceases to be perceived by them.<br />Conclusion<br />While in mythological narratives God appears to the human being at the moment of His departure or showing His back, psychiatric patients with religious delusions experience the divinity in a direct way, face to face. Given the deformation of the divine occurring on the edge of madness we can better understand the mysterious words from Yahweh to Moses in Exodus: "for man cannot see me and live".<br /><div><img src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs51/300W/i/2009/322/6/3/I_C_God_by_ahermin.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Loving in Winter</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2011 00:38:38 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Loving in Winter</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2011-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here<br />And I'm much obliged to you for making it clear that I'm not here.<br />And I never knew the moon could be so big<br />And I never knew the moon could be so blue<br />And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes<br />And brought me here instead dressed in red<br />And I'm wondering who could be writing this song.<br /><br />I don't care if the sun don't shine<br />And I don't care if nothing is mine<br />And I don't care if I'm nervous with you<br />I'll do my loving in the winter.<br /><br />And the sea isn't green<br />And I love the Queen<br />And what exactly is a dream<br />And what exactly is a joke. <br /><br /><i>Pink Floyd</i> ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2011/091/1/0/loving_in_winter_by_ahermin-d3cxnw0.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/091/1/0/loving_in_winter_by_ahermin-d3cxnw0.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/091/1/0/loving_in_winter_by_ahermin-d3cxnw0.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here<br />And I'm much obliged to you for making it clear that I'm not here.<br />And I never knew the moon could be so big<br />And I never knew the moon could be so blue<br />And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes<br />And brought me here instead dressed in red<br />And I'm wondering who could be writing this song.<br /><br />I don't care if the sun don't shine<br />And I don't care if nothing is mine<br />And I don't care if I'm nervous with you<br />I'll do my loving in the winter.<br /><br />And the sea isn't green<br />And I love the Queen<br />And what exactly is a dream<br />And what exactly is a joke. <br /><br /><i>Pink Floyd</i><br /><div><img src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/091/1/0/loving_in_winter_by_ahermin-d3cxnw0.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Numb</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 02:34:40 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Numb</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">photography/nature/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2007-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ i'm tired of being what you want me to be <br />feeling so faithless <br />lost under the surface <br />i don't know what you're expecting of me <br />put under the pressure <br />of walking in your shoes <br />caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow<br />every step that i take is another mistake to you <br /><br />i've <br />become so numb <br />i can't feel you there <br />become so tired <br />so much more aware <br />i'm becoming this <br />all i want to do <br />is be more like me <br />and be less like you ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs22/150/i/2007/358/c/9/Numb_by_ahermin.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs22/300W/i/2007/358/c/9/Numb_by_ahermin.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs22/i/2007/358/c/9/Numb_by_ahermin.jpg" height="600" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ i'm tired of being what you want me to be <br />feeling so faithless <br />lost under the surface <br />i don't know what you're expecting of me <br />put under the pressure <br />of walking in your shoes <br />caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow<br />every step that i take is another mistake to you <br /><br />i've <br />become so numb <br />i can't feel you there <br />become so tired <br />so much more aware <br />i'm becoming this <br />all i want to do <br />is be more like me <br />and be less like you<br /><div><img src="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs22/300W/i/2007/358/c/9/Numb_by_ahermin.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Catch Me</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Catch-Me-201250860</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2011 00:30:09 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Catch Me</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2011-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Your First Chick<br /><br /> Okay, the first thing is that you need first to somehow acquire a chicken of the correct gender and condition. It has to be a hen, you know, female. A rooster (boy chicken) will not do, so forget it if you are gay. Neither will a pullet (teenage girl chicken) do it for you. No, it has to be a mature female chicken that lays eggs. Nothing else will do the trick. Now, chickens are monotremes. No, that's not contagious. A monotreme is an animal with only one sewer pipe. That's right, a chicken only has one hole down there for your pleasure. The reason you need an egg-laying hen is that she is accustomed to opening up that hole every day to squeeze out an egg that is approximately the same diameter as the average male human penis.<br /> Presuming that you have obtained a proper object of affection, the next subject of discussion is one that you will really like: bondage. You need to carefully and securely tie up the chicken's wings and feet, especially the feet. First tie the wings together at their bases, as tight as you can get them, then wrap the whole thing in duct tape. (Or is it duck tape? Does anyone out there plow ducks? Don't tell me, just send pictures.) A`fter tying the wings securely, tie the feet strongly together leaving plenty of extra cord. Bring the chicken's feet forward to the head, then take a wrap of the cords around the base of the neck and then tie them together wrapped around the base of the wings. Lastly, wrap the feet thoroughly with duct tape. Why all this bondage and tapeage? Besides the fun of it, it's necessary to keep your balls and tender inner thighs from getting ripped to shreds. Those are claws on the ends of that chicken's feet! The tied wings keep them from flapping and beating the hell out of you, besides they make a convenient handle. <br /> You are now ready to do your first chicken. All you need now is a hard-on and some lubricunt (sic). Your hen doesn't think you are Billy Idol. She ain't gonna get wet for you, dude. Smear lots of Vaseline on your pecker, lube the chicken chute and push. Chickens aren't very deep. If you were a real man, you'd have barely more than the head in. But then, if you were a real man, you wouldn't be doing chickens now would you? <br /> Your grip should be one hand around the base of the chicken's neck, the other holding the tied-together wings. Short strokes or you'll pop out.<br /> Now cums the fun (and really brutal) part. You've got to time this just right: when you are there and you're almost ready to shoot, use your non-wings hand to break the chicken's neck. As she dies she will convulse and undergo muscular spasms. Some of these spasms will be contractions around your dick and if you time it exactly right they will occur as you cum. <br /> I believe it was Oscar Wilde who said "You always kill the thing you love." In this case, you can not only kill but also pluck, eviscerate and devour the thing you love. Most of you wouldn't have the necessary skills to butcher a dead lover, so throw her in the garbage. Maybe it would be a good idea to carefully conceal her in a garbage bag or something, the neighbors might talk. <br /> You have now done your first chicken. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2011/076/9/2/catch_me_by_ahermin-d3bti5o.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/076/9/2/catch_me_by_ahermin-d3bti5o.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/076/9/2/catch_me_by_ahermin-d3bti5o.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Your First Chick<br /><br /> Okay, the first thing is that you need first to somehow acquire a chicken of the correct gender and condition. It has to be a hen, you know, female. A rooster (boy chicken) will not do, so forget it if you are gay. Neither will a pullet (teenage girl chicken) do it for you. No, it has to be a mature female chicken that lays eggs. Nothing else will do the trick. Now, chickens are monotremes. No, that's not contagious. A monotreme is an animal with only one sewer pipe. That's right, a chicken only has one hole down there for your pleasure. The reason you need an egg-laying hen is that she is accustomed to opening up that hole every day to squeeze out an egg that is approximately the same diameter as the average male human penis.<br /> Presuming that you have obtained a proper object of affection, the next subject of discussion is one that you will really like: bondage. You need to carefully and securely tie up the chicken's wings and feet, especially the feet. First tie the wings together at their bases, as tight as you can get them, then wrap the whole thing in duct tape. (Or is it duck tape? Does anyone out there plow ducks? Don't tell me, just send pictures.) A`fter tying the wings securely, tie the feet strongly together leaving plenty of extra cord. Bring the chicken's feet forward to the head, then take a wrap of the cords around the base of the neck and then tie them together wrapped around the base of the wings. Lastly, wrap the feet thoroughly with duct tape. Why all this bondage and tapeage? Besides the fun of it, it's necessary to keep your balls and tender inner thighs from getting ripped to shreds. Those are claws on the ends of that chicken's feet! The tied wings keep them from flapping and beating the hell out of you, besides they make a convenient handle. <br /> You are now ready to do your first chicken. All you need now is a hard-on and some lubricunt (sic). Your hen doesn't think you are Billy Idol. She ain't gonna get wet for you, dude. Smear lots of Vaseline on your pecker, lube the chicken chute and push. Chickens aren't very deep. If you were a real man, you'd have barely more than the head in. But then, if you were a real man, you wouldn't be doing chickens now would you? <br /> Your grip should be one hand around the base of the chicken's neck, the other holding the tied-together wings. Short strokes or you'll pop out.<br /> Now cums the fun (and really brutal) part. You've got to time this just right: when you are there and you're almost ready to shoot, use your non-wings hand to break the chicken's neck. As she dies she will convulse and undergo muscular spasms. Some of these spasms will be contractions around your dick and if you time it exactly right they will occur as you cum. <br /> I believe it was Oscar Wilde who said "You always kill the thing you love." In this case, you can not only kill but also pluck, eviscerate and devour the thing you love. Most of you wouldn't have the necessary skills to butcher a dead lover, so throw her in the garbage. Maybe it would be a good idea to carefully conceal her in a garbage bag or something, the neighbors might talk. <br /> You have now done your first chicken.<br /><div><img src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/076/9/2/catch_me_by_ahermin-d3bti5o.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Green Magic</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Green-Magic-71330770</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2007 01:32:25 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Green Magic</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2007-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ A Green Witch is a woman of power,<br />whose religion is her life,<br />whose life is her art, <br />and whose art is the wise use of the green. <br /><br />Green magic primarily takes into account anything that would be beneficial to the environment. For some, it borders on Gaia hypothesis which sees the earth as a living being. Hence, the utmost respect must be accorded to the earth and all living beings which are a part of this mother figure. Goddess worship can also be strongly linked to this mindset. Green magic is especially popular among political activists who have a transformative vision encased in environmental awareness. Stemming from this philosophy is Green Witchcraft which relates to the Primal Father and Mother and the Earth Spirits called Fairies. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs22/150/i/2007/338/d/4/Green_Magic_by_ahermin.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs22/300W/i/2007/338/d/4/Green_Magic_by_ahermin.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs22/i/2007/338/d/4/Green_Magic_by_ahermin.jpg" height="600" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ A Green Witch is a woman of power,<br />whose religion is her life,<br />whose life is her art, <br />and whose art is the wise use of the green. <br /><br />Green magic primarily takes into account anything that would be beneficial to the environment. For some, it borders on Gaia hypothesis which sees the earth as a living being. Hence, the utmost respect must be accorded to the earth and all living beings which are a part of this mother figure. Goddess worship can also be strongly linked to this mindset. Green magic is especially popular among political activists who have a transformative vision encased in environmental awareness. Stemming from this philosophy is Green Witchcraft which relates to the Primal Father and Mother and the Earth Spirits called Fairies.<br /><div><img src="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs22/300W/i/2007/338/d/4/Green_Magic_by_ahermin.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The Djinn of Dry Gin</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 29 Dec 2006 05:06:34 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Djinn of Dry Gin</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2006-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ "...Then, taking a handful of sand, she began to rub therewith, but she had only begun when appeared to her one of the Djinn, whose favor was frightful and whose bulk was horrible big, and he was gigantic as one of the Jababirah. And forthright he cried to her: "Say whatso thou wantest of me. Here am I, thy slave and slave to whoso holdeth the lamp, and not I alone, but all the Slaves of the Wonderful Lamp which thou hendest in hand." <br /><br />Sir Richard F. Burton's translation of "The Arabian Nights" ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs14/150/i/2006/364/7/8/The_Djinn_of_Dry_Gin_by_ahermin.jpg" height="102" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs14/300W/i/2006/364/7/8/The_Djinn_of_Dry_Gin_by_ahermin.jpg" height="204" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs14/i/2006/364/7/8/The_Djinn_of_Dry_Gin_by_ahermin.jpg" height="545" width="800" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ "...Then, taking a handful of sand, she began to rub therewith, but she had only begun when appeared to her one of the Djinn, whose favor was frightful and whose bulk was horrible big, and he was gigantic as one of the Jababirah. And forthright he cried to her: "Say whatso thou wantest of me. Here am I, thy slave and slave to whoso holdeth the lamp, and not I alone, but all the Slaves of the Wonderful Lamp which thou hendest in hand." <br /><br />Sir Richard F. Burton's translation of "The Arabian Nights"<br /><div><img src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs14/300W/i/2006/364/7/8/The_Djinn_of_Dry_Gin_by_ahermin.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Of Love and Other Demons</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2011 01:47:58 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Of Love and Other Demons</media:title>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2011-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Disbelief is more resistant than faith because it is sustained by the senses. Sometimes we attribute certain things we do not understand to the demon, not thinking they may be things of God that we do not understand. It is love, the most terrible demon of all. For you I was born, for you I have life, for you am I now dying.<br /><i>Gabriel Garcia Marquez</i><br /><br />We are delivered into this world by a pair of plastic surgeon gloves and we live it buried in a plastic coffin.<br />Every bit of plastic that has ever been created still exists, except for a small amount that has been incinerated, releasing toxic chemicals.<br />In the ocean, plastic waste accumulates in swirling seas of debris, where plastic to sea life ratios are 6:1. The largest of these garbage swills is known as the Pacific Gyre, or The Great Garbage Patch. It is roughly the size of Texas, containing approximately 3.5 million tons of trash. Shoes, toys, bags, pacifiers, wrappers, toothbrushes, and bottles too numerous to count are only part of what can be found in this accidental dump floating midway between Hawaii and San Francisco. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2011/220/f/5/of_love_and_other_demons_by_ahermin-d45tvzg.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/220/f/5/of_love_and_other_demons_by_ahermin-d45tvzg.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/220/f/5/of_love_and_other_demons_by_ahermin-d45tvzg.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Disbelief is more resistant than faith because it is sustained by the senses. Sometimes we attribute certain things we do not understand to the demon, not thinking they may be things of God that we do not understand. It is love, the most terrible demon of all. For you I was born, for you I have life, for you am I now dying.<br /><i>Gabriel Garcia Marquez</i><br /><br />We are delivered into this world by a pair of plastic surgeon gloves and we live it buried in a plastic coffin.<br />Every bit of plastic that has ever been created still exists, except for a small amount that has been incinerated, releasing toxic chemicals.<br />In the ocean, plastic waste accumulates in swirling seas of debris, where plastic to sea life ratios are 6:1. The largest of these garbage swills is known as the Pacific Gyre, or The Great Garbage Patch. It is roughly the size of Texas, containing approximately 3.5 million tons of trash. Shoes, toys, bags, pacifiers, wrappers, toothbrushes, and bottles too numerous to count are only part of what can be found in this accidental dump floating midway between Hawaii and San Francisco.<br /><div><img src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/220/f/5/of_love_and_other_demons_by_ahermin-d45tvzg.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The Secret of Light Beer</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 04:49:29 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Secret of Light Beer</media:title>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2008-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Pay less, get more. Except for Sam Adams Light, at about $7 a six-pack, the best-tasting beers are all in the mid-price range, about $5 to $6 a pack. Three cheaper beers--Busch Light, Natural Light, and Keystone Light, at less than $4 a pack--are almost as good and are CR Best Buys. The other more expensive imported beers (Heineken Premium Light, Amstel Light, Corona Light, and Becks Premier Light) fell to the bottom of the Ratings because of defects, including oxidized and metallic flavors.<br /><br /><br />New brews offer a different taste. Most light beers are domestic lager-style beer, lightly hopped, with pale malt, fruit and floral character, and a mild flavor overall. Michelob Ultra Amber and Sam Adams Light are somewhat darker beers with a more intense flavor--more hops, more roasted malt, more fruit, and, well, more flavor. They also have slightly more calories than most of the other lights we tested. Yuengling Light is in the same style, but it didnt fare as well because it had cardboard-tasting off-notes as well as some other defects.<br /><br /><br />Try these calorie cutters. If youre counting calories, try a Michelob Ultra, Budweiser Select, Busch Light, Miller Lite, or Natural Light. All have fewer than 100 calories a serving and taste very good, though all have slight drawbacks--such as lower flavor intensity. Michelob Ultra, Budweiser Select, and Natural Light have a finish that tasted a bit too much like club soda. Run, however, from a Becks Premier Light. Though a beer with just 64 calories per bottle might seem tempting, our experts said there was little beer flavor in this skunky light beer with cardboard and oxidized notes.<br /><br /><br />Do not shun cans. They might not be trendy, but they protect beer from light and tend to keep it fresh longer.<br /><br /><br />Consider a keg for parties. In past tests, we found that keg beer tasted fresher (and therefore better) than beer in a bottle or can. We expect the same to hold true for the light beers we tested this time around.<br /><br /><br />Beer is a delicate drink. Fresh is better when it comes to beer quality (aging is for wine lovers), and freshness is lost when beer is exposed to light and heat. So pay attention to expiration dates when they do exist. Unlike many foods, old beer wont make you sick, but you might be in for a nasty surprise if you decide to pop the top of the can thats been sitting in the back of your refrigerator since last summers pool party. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs32/150/i/2008/210/5/1/Light_Beer_by_ahermin.jpg" height="150" width="100"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs32/300W/i/2008/210/5/1/Light_Beer_by_ahermin.jpg" height="450" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs32/i/2008/210/5/1/Light_Beer_by_ahermin.jpg" height="900" width="600" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Pay less, get more. Except for Sam Adams Light, at about $7 a six-pack, the best-tasting beers are all in the mid-price range, about $5 to $6 a pack. Three cheaper beers--Busch Light, Natural Light, and Keystone Light, at less than $4 a pack--are almost as good and are CR Best Buys. The other more expensive imported beers (Heineken Premium Light, Amstel Light, Corona Light, and Becks Premier Light) fell to the bottom of the Ratings because of defects, including oxidized and metallic flavors.<br /><br /><br />New brews offer a different taste. Most light beers are domestic lager-style beer, lightly hopped, with pale malt, fruit and floral character, and a mild flavor overall. Michelob Ultra Amber and Sam Adams Light are somewhat darker beers with a more intense flavor--more hops, more roasted malt, more fruit, and, well, more flavor. They also have slightly more calories than most of the other lights we tested. Yuengling Light is in the same style, but it didnt fare as well because it had cardboard-tasting off-notes as well as some other defects.<br /><br /><br />Try these calorie cutters. If youre counting calories, try a Michelob Ultra, Budweiser Select, Busch Light, Miller Lite, or Natural Light. All have fewer than 100 calories a serving and taste very good, though all have slight drawbacks--such as lower flavor intensity. Michelob Ultra, Budweiser Select, and Natural Light have a finish that tasted a bit too much like club soda. Run, however, from a Becks Premier Light. Though a beer with just 64 calories per bottle might seem tempting, our experts said there was little beer flavor in this skunky light beer with cardboard and oxidized notes.<br /><br /><br />Do not shun cans. They might not be trendy, but they protect beer from light and tend to keep it fresh longer.<br /><br /><br />Consider a keg for parties. In past tests, we found that keg beer tasted fresher (and therefore better) than beer in a bottle or can. We expect the same to hold true for the light beers we tested this time around.<br /><br /><br />Beer is a delicate drink. Fresh is better when it comes to beer quality (aging is for wine lovers), and freshness is lost when beer is exposed to light and heat. So pay attention to expiration dates when they do exist. Unlike many foods, old beer wont make you sick, but you might be in for a nasty surprise if you decide to pop the top of the can thats been sitting in the back of your refrigerator since last summers pool party.<br /><div><img src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs32/300W/i/2008/210/5/1/Light_Beer_by_ahermin.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Genie Out of the Bottle</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Genie-Out-of-the-Bottle-110305876</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 04:11:06 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Genie Out of the Bottle</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2009-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Abu Tha`labah al-Khushni says that the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) says: The jinn (genie) are of three types: a type that has wings and they fly through the air; a type that looks like snakes and dogs; and a type that stops for a rest then resumes its journey.<br /><br />Every individual among the sons of Adam has a jinn who has been appointed to be his constant companion (qarin). Ibn Mas`ud reports that the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) says: The Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) says: There is not one of you who does not have a jinn appointed to be his constant companion. They said, And you too, O Messenger of Allah? He said, Me too, but Allah has helped me and he has submitted, so that he only helps me to do good. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs40/150/i/2009/022/a/4/Genie_Out_of_the_Bottle_by_ahermin.jpg" height="150" width="100"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs40/300W/i/2009/022/a/4/Genie_Out_of_the_Bottle_by_ahermin.jpg" height="450" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs40/i/2009/022/a/4/Genie_Out_of_the_Bottle_by_ahermin.jpg" height="900" width="600" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Abu Tha`labah al-Khushni says that the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) says: The jinn (genie) are of three types: a type that has wings and they fly through the air; a type that looks like snakes and dogs; and a type that stops for a rest then resumes its journey.<br /><br />Every individual among the sons of Adam has a jinn who has been appointed to be his constant companion (qarin). Ibn Mas`ud reports that the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) says: The Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) says: There is not one of you who does not have a jinn appointed to be his constant companion. They said, And you too, O Messenger of Allah? He said, Me too, but Allah has helped me and he has submitted, so that he only helps me to do good.<br /><div><img src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs40/300W/i/2009/022/a/4/Genie_Out_of_the_Bottle_by_ahermin.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The Right Angle</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/The-Right-Angle-88434508</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2008 02:52:43 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Right Angle</media:title>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2008-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ The Absolut vodka has 45% alcohol. Together with its reflection it makes 90 degrees. The right angle, as at 100 deg. Celsius it boils.<br /><br />Martian colonist will need a liquid fuel for their engines. Not just for rockets, but also for internal combustion engines. Hydrogen, as a fuel, has problems.<br />According to NASA, Hydrogen is a very bulky substance, requiring large tanks. The dead weight of these tanks partly offsets the high specific impulse of the hydrogen propellant.<br />Also, an open container of hydrogen will boil away on Mars as surely as it does on Earth.<br /><br />So, how about ethyl alcohol? It is also called ethanol, torpedo juice, white lightning or Absolut depending on its manufacturer.<br /><br />It makes a good rocket fuel with a specific impulse of 250-270 when used with liquid oxygen. The Explorer satellite, Americas first, was put into orbit using LOX/Alcohol.<br /><br />The first Martian colonist will face their own open container law. No, not the kind you face if pulled over by a traffic cop for drinking while driving, but a much more basic law. What they will need on Mars is a liquid fuel which can be easily stored.<br />Even at the low Martian atmospheric pressure of 7.8 mm of mercury (or Torr), ethanol wont boil away if stored below 5.6 degrees C. So most of the places and most of the time on Mars, an open container of Absolut will be right where you left it. Just to be safe, dont store it in the direct sunlight. And dont tell your buddies where you left your stash of hooch.<br /><br />Which brings us to the obvious alternative uses of ethanol: it is a good disinfectant. Still used in hospitals all over Earth. Nothing like a good alcohol-rub, either. Kills the smell of those nasty bodies and those spacesuits.<br />Taken externally, it cleanses the body. <br />Taken internally, it cleanses the mind. <br />Ethanol has a density of about 0.79 grams per cubic centimeter. The tankers arriving from Earth should bring tons of it. Maybe, if NASA is long-sighted, the rocket engines on those tankers will run on it. Colonists can also easily make it by fermenting waste vegetable matter.<br /><br />So, Absolut has a place on Mars. Absolutely. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs26/150/i/2008/164/8/2/The_Right_Angle_by_ahermin.jpg" height="150" width="100"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs26/300W/i/2008/164/8/2/The_Right_Angle_by_ahermin.jpg" height="450" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs26/i/2008/164/8/2/The_Right_Angle_by_ahermin.jpg" height="900" width="600" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ The Absolut vodka has 45% alcohol. Together with its reflection it makes 90 degrees. The right angle, as at 100 deg. Celsius it boils.<br /><br />Martian colonist will need a liquid fuel for their engines. Not just for rockets, but also for internal combustion engines. Hydrogen, as a fuel, has problems.<br />According to NASA, Hydrogen is a very bulky substance, requiring large tanks. The dead weight of these tanks partly offsets the high specific impulse of the hydrogen propellant.<br />Also, an open container of hydrogen will boil away on Mars as surely as it does on Earth.<br /><br />So, how about ethyl alcohol? It is also called ethanol, torpedo juice, white lightning or Absolut depending on its manufacturer.<br /><br />It makes a good rocket fuel with a specific impulse of 250-270 when used with liquid oxygen. The Explorer satellite, Americas first, was put into orbit using LOX/Alcohol.<br /><br />The first Martian colonist will face their own open container law. No, not the kind you face if pulled over by a traffic cop for drinking while driving, but a much more basic law. What they will need on Mars is a liquid fuel which can be easily stored.<br />Even at the low Martian atmospheric pressure of 7.8 mm of mercury (or Torr), ethanol wont boil away if stored below 5.6 degrees C. So most of the places and most of the time on Mars, an open container of Absolut will be right where you left it. Just to be safe, dont store it in the direct sunlight. And dont tell your buddies where you left your stash of hooch.<br /><br />Which brings us to the obvious alternative uses of ethanol: it is a good disinfectant. Still used in hospitals all over Earth. Nothing like a good alcohol-rub, either. Kills the smell of those nasty bodies and those spacesuits.<br />Taken externally, it cleanses the body. <br />Taken internally, it cleanses the mind. <br />Ethanol has a density of about 0.79 grams per cubic centimeter. The tankers arriving from Earth should bring tons of it. Maybe, if NASA is long-sighted, the rocket engines on those tankers will run on it. Colonists can also easily make it by fermenting waste vegetable matter.<br /><br />So, Absolut has a place on Mars. Absolutely.<br /><div><img src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs26/300W/i/2008/164/8/2/The_Right_Angle_by_ahermin.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The Truth</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/The-Truth-215194241</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 26 Jun 2011 23:11:21 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Truth</media:title>
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                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2011-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ The truth is scandalous. But without it, nothing has any worth. An honest and naive vision of the world is already a masterpiece. <br />You cannot love the truth and the world. But you have already chosen. The problem now is to adhere to this choice. I urge you to keep up your courage. Not that you have the least cause for hope. On the contrary, know that you will be very alone. Most people come to terms with life, or else they die. You are living suicides.<br />As you approach the truth, your solitude will increase. The edifice is splendid, but deserted. You are walking through empty halls, which send back to you the echo of your footsteps. The atmosphere is limpid and invariable; the objects seem turned to statues. At times you begin to weep, so cruel is the clarity of your vision. You would love to turn back, into the fog of ignorance, but ultimately you know that it is already too late.<br />Continue. Have no fear. The worst is already past. To be sure, life will tear you apart again, but, from your point of view, you do not really have that much more to do with life. Remember this: fundamentally, you are already dead. You are now face to face with eternity. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2011/177/a/f/the_truth_by_ahermin-d3k4cxt.jpg" height="150" width="100"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2011/177/a/f/the_truth_by_ahermin-d3k4cxt.jpg" height="450" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/177/a/f/the_truth_by_ahermin-d3k4cxt.jpg" height="900" width="600" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ The truth is scandalous. But without it, nothing has any worth. An honest and naive vision of the world is already a masterpiece. <br />You cannot love the truth and the world. But you have already chosen. The problem now is to adhere to this choice. I urge you to keep up your courage. Not that you have the least cause for hope. On the contrary, know that you will be very alone. Most people come to terms with life, or else they die. You are living suicides.<br />As you approach the truth, your solitude will increase. The edifice is splendid, but deserted. You are walking through empty halls, which send back to you the echo of your footsteps. The atmosphere is limpid and invariable; the objects seem turned to statues. At times you begin to weep, so cruel is the clarity of your vision. You would love to turn back, into the fog of ignorance, but ultimately you know that it is already too late.<br />Continue. Have no fear. The worst is already past. To be sure, life will tear you apart again, but, from your point of view, you do not really have that much more to do with life. Remember this: fundamentally, you are already dead. You are now face to face with eternity.<br /><div><img src="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2011/177/a/f/the_truth_by_ahermin-d3k4cxt.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Last Drop</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Last-Drop-45486707</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 28 Dec 2006 03:41:05 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Last Drop</media:title>
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                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2006-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ A toast to summer. Drink to the last sun drop from an empty bottle of rum. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs15/150/i/2008/281/6/c/Last_Drop_by_ahermin.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs15/300W/i/2008/281/6/c/Last_Drop_by_ahermin.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs15/i/2008/281/6/c/Last_Drop_by_ahermin.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ A toast to summer. Drink to the last sun drop from an empty bottle of rum.<br /><div><img src="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs15/300W/i/2008/281/6/c/Last_Drop_by_ahermin.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Wormhole</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Wormhole-66481742</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 04 Oct 2007 09:28:47 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Wormhole</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Conceptual">photography/conceptual</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2007-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ A black hole is a one way journey to nowhere. They suck things in and you cant get out again. You effectively hit the end of space and time if you fall into the middle of a black hole. A worm hole is like a black hole only a bit different. Its on an exit as well as an entrance. But the worm hole is a little bit like a tunnel or a tube that would connect two points in space in such a way as to make a short cut. The name comes from analogizing spacetime to the surface of an apple, in which a wormhole is a tunnel through the apple. In reality, movement through a wormhole would not be faster-than-light, but rather moving at normal speed through folded space. So if you had a worm hole in your living room you might be able to jump in and a few moments later come out on some distant star. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs20/150/i/2007/277/c/d/Wormhole_by_ahermin.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs20/300W/i/2007/277/c/d/Wormhole_by_ahermin.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs20/i/2007/277/c/d/Wormhole_by_ahermin.jpg" height="600" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ A black hole is a one way journey to nowhere. They suck things in and you cant get out again. You effectively hit the end of space and time if you fall into the middle of a black hole. A worm hole is like a black hole only a bit different. Its on an exit as well as an entrance. But the worm hole is a little bit like a tunnel or a tube that would connect two points in space in such a way as to make a short cut. The name comes from analogizing spacetime to the surface of an apple, in which a wormhole is a tunnel through the apple. In reality, movement through a wormhole would not be faster-than-light, but rather moving at normal speed through folded space. So if you had a worm hole in your living room you might be able to jump in and a few moments later come out on some distant star.<br /><div><img src="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs20/300W/i/2007/277/c/d/Wormhole_by_ahermin.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Seer of Vision</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Seer-of-Vision-180049455</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 21 Sep 2010 12:01:49 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Seer of Vision</media:title>
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