Chemists have created a new material that self-assembles into 2D networks in a predictable and reproducible manner. They have successfully synthesized a complex material by design — paving the way for its suite of new properties to be applied in many fields. (1)
Look everything from above and you will see. That what you see is nothing but an illusion. Not because it does not exist. But because what you believe you did NOT see*, actually existed everywhere in the first place. Inside a self-assembling cosmos…
* Check for example the case of humans believing there is no water on the Moon (now we have started discovering it everywhere), that there are no other planets like Earth (now we have started discovering them everywhere), that life is rare in the universe (now we have started discovering indications for it everywhere) et cetera.
Based on direct observations researchers have discovered massive filaments between galaxies in a proto-cluster, extending over more than 1 million parsecs and providing the fuel for intense formation of stars and the growth of super massive black holes within the proto-cluster. (1)
A filament fit for space: Silk is proven to thrive in outer space temperatures
The scientists who discovered that natural silks get stronger the colder they get, have finally solved the puzzle of why. (2)
Delicate structures in space.
Delicate creatures on Earth.
Afraid to break.
But it is not the unbreakable that God dreams of.
One day you will break.
And realize that that was what the cosmos was afraid all that time…
[The essay below was submitted to Harmonia Philosophica in the context of the “What is Existence?” call for philosophical essays]
What is Existence?
Feeling is largely unknown. Some are even heard to say that feeling is not emotion. I have often wondered if there is an affect called ‘pain’ that can analogue between the physical and the mental. I hesitate to say ‘psychic’ pain, since I am not quite sure if speaking about a psyche has any more substance to it than speaking about a finger, at least in reference to what might be existing. I am likely more the being of my feelings than I am the being of the psyche. My finger indeed hurts, but I’m never so sure what my psyche might be doing.
I refer existence to the ‘what’. What is existence. Question mark. By this I do not step into the irrational and stay there, for, how could I speak irrationally about what is irrational? Perhaps I would say something like,
“Peanuts! Rock the urine stars of liver meat going “squash war it thus spittle churn. And atom * running slime %: geographica —Uranus space_# toilet into (cough) dirt Russian 7 halves?”
take some acid for the theater of the absurd, and my essay would be over. I would start walking from my home and continue walking until I literally fell over dead.
I must go in and out; quite libidinal, but again, hardly likely psyche. My irrational essay must be referring to an historical understanding of what is rational, which then, to my ears, makes no sense and really makes me want to stop this essay right now, never send it, but as well, I now know for sure in my heart and mind, in all confidence that the editors already read it, published it, and I am now already done for my Ted Talks in the season; I again step out of my house and walk forever, never encounter anyone because I have already met everyone who is important.
What is existence. The two routes I am playing with, “the ol’ in-out, in-out”, concerns where or how I find the what. Is the what referring to something outside of itself, thereby having nothing it expresses in itself, eternally an empty space of referral to something else that “is”? Or, is the question itself merely a statement of fact, such that its referral is substantiated itself by that which comes to meet it? Both of these questions, therefore, are not necessarily contingently isolated and constituting different manners of answers with possibility. That is the question mark that never exists but in the rational world that is, at root, irrational: always referring to the ? great unknown. And one wonders if there must be a faith to hold it all together? Well, just start at the beginning and ponder just ‘what’ is referring existence.
Neuroscientists have analyzed how people react when they listen to a range of different sounds, the aim being to establish the extent to which repetitive sound frequencies are considered unpleasant. Their results showed that the conventional sound-processing circuit is activated but that the cortical and sub-cortical areas involved in the processing of salience and aversion are also solicited. This explains why the brain goes into a state of alert on hearing this type of sound. (1)
We used to live in Paradise.
Afraid of nothing.
Then we learned new things.
And fear is in our soul ever since.
We used to listen to everything.
Standing alone in the forest, being afraid of nothing.
But we couldn’t bear the silence. And we closed our ears.
Destroyed the forest and started listening closely.
Of the footsteps approaching.
Within the safety of love.
We are afraid of our self…
Are you brave enough to look down to your own feet on the dirt?
Life on Earth is amazingly diverse, and exhibits striking geographical global patterns in biodiversity. A pair of companion papers reveal that mountain regions — especially those in the tropics — are hotspots of extraordinary and baffling richness. Although mountain regions cover only 25% of Earth’s land area, they are home to more than 85% of the world’s species of amphibians, birds, and mammals, and many of these are found only in mountains. (1)
But can mountains exist without the sea?
Can the highest peaks be, without the wind and the air?
Would Everest ever reach its highest height without the worm crawling in its feet?
Could Olympus be, without people staring at it in awe?
How can the forest be without someone walking in the forest?
How could a tree grow, without the rain?
How could rain fall without a mountain?
Could there an ocean exist without that mountains?
Could the mountains be without any ocean?
Think of a dry world with no life in it. A world full of nothing but mountains. A dead world. Dominated by high peaks and imposing highlands. No rain. No sea. No ocean. No worms. Just mountains. Great high mountains. Everywhere. An empty world. With no mountains…