I can’t get passed how swollen he is. His usual baggy, formless slacks, are bound tightly around his knees and thighs. From personal experience I think he is in heart failure and flying, missing scheduled intravenous diuretics, are exasperated the issue. Also a small stroke.

Curb sort of took a reverse approach where instead of very carefully written dialogue but overall formless structure, they banged out the structure well but had everyone improvise the actual dialogue

The tribhaga shiva linga of Cambodia is a fascinating part . The linga is built in three sections — and the order tells a cosmic story, bottom to top: 🟦 Square base- Brahma the Creator. The square is the material world: earth, the four directions, structure. It’s the foundation, so it sits at the bottom (and stays hidden in the pedestal). 🛑 Octagon middle- Vishnu the Preserver. A shape halfway between square and circle - just as Vishnu bridges and sustains creation. The transition. ⭕ Circle top - Shiva the Transcendent. The circle has no beginning or end: infinity, the formless absolute. It’s the only part left visible while the octagon and square and below the ground or in a pedestal called yoni. The linga with a face of shiva on it is called mukhalinga. The journey reads as Brahma the creator → Vishnu the sustainer→ Shiva the transcender .

無色界を、formless realm と英訳してみました。多次元を感じてもらうには、これがいいのでは、と思ってます。

The reason is simple. Reincarnated Izanagi left behind the physical world that binds us. Instead, he reincarnated into the world known in Buddhism as Mushikikai—the formless realm where physical bodies do not exist. No matter how deeply he loved his deceased wife, he can no longer possess a physical body.

Leftists aren't humans. Treat them how you'd treat a roach. As I said that everything about leftists; inside and out is nothing but hideous, classless, formless, tasteless, inhumane and soulless. They reward their worst extremists while running cover for subhuman rapists.

You are not perceivable by the senses. Unattached, formless and ‘witness’ of all you are, be happy. — Ashtavakra Gita —

In the heart of the Obsidian Veil, where purple crystal veins pulsed like living veins of the earth, Elara stood unyielding. Her silver hair whipped in the unnatural winds stirred by the flames, a stark banner against the shadows. Once a princess of the fallen kingdom of Aetherlyn, she had forged a pact with the Eternal Phoenix on the day her home burned. The spirit had chosen her—not as vessel, but as blade. Behind her, the great firebird spread its wings of molten gold and crimson, its cry shaking loose shards from the cavern ceiling. Its power flowed through her, igniting the twin swords in her hands: one forged in the style of ancient eastern masters, the other a wide-bladed companion born of western fire-forges. Both now blazed with phoenix essence, their edges singing as they cut the dark. The shadow beasts had come again—formless horrors born of corrupted crystal, drawn by the last pure ley-line beneath the mountain. They slithered from the fissures, whispering promises of despair. Elara’s violet eyes narrowed. “Not today,” she whispered, voice steady as steel. With a surge of power, she leaped forward. The Phoenix screamed in unison. Her blades became streaks of living flame, carving through the darkness in wide, graceful arcs. Sparks and violet lightning danced where steel met shadow. Each strike burned away a piece of the corruption, until the cavern rang with the sound of dying howls. When the last beast dissolved into ash, Elara lowered her swords. The Phoenix folded its wings around her like a protective cloak, warming the chill that always lingered in her bones. She was no longer just a survivor. She was the flame that refused to die. And somewhere deeper in the Veil, older evils stirred—aware now that the Guardian of Two Blades had awakened once more.

Being forced by human nature caught in a spiritual spiral downward isn't choosing to stand alone. It's choosing to accept the reality that humanity had become void of love and became out of shape, formless due to conforming to wickedness. youtube.com/post/UgkxUlrJRJH…

3. A formless being of boundless potential 4. He'd do it with joy, as theres a thrill in fights like that. However, the fight would never end, as neither of them would go down. (Plus, Not Sans isnt exactly one who fights, he prefers being civil in interactions)

𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 ⟡

Rigved texts which is older than islam says that god is formless nirakar which called parbrham have diff forms like shiva vishnu and shakti feminine goddess and their avtars who take reincarnation when sin reach at top on earth..

• Formful Contemplation(Sagun Upasan) and Formless Contemplation(Nirgun Upasan) • Idol Form(Murti Vighraha) and Picture Form(Chitra Vigraha)

"Empty your mind. Be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle, and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot, and it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.” Bruce Lee✨

Brume Trailer - Formless Flame, Fearless Heart | Reverse: 1999 Maybe "fate" is just that, and the ending cannot be changed. So be it! Adventure can wait. The sun shining on the Seine won't! [Giveaway] 1. Follow @Reverse1999_GL 2. RT before Feb.14th

Just as light is not seen except through the refracting agent, even so the infinite consciousness is revealed through these various bodies. It is essentially nameless and formless, but names and forms are associated to its reflection. 🌸

In broader Hindu philosophy, the absolute, formless reality is called Brahman. Both Shiva and Vishnu are seen as personal, saguna (with attributes) manifestations of this singular, formless entity.