A story told…

Meteorites tell story of Mars’ water history. (1)

But who else can tell your story? But someone else?

You cannot ever know thyself.

Except those who see you.

And when they do, they will tell it to someone else. And you will be liberated. From the burden of Being. And you will be liberated. From the prison of Existence.

And in the songs sang to blissful young lads, you will live for ever.

As only men who never did can…

Grain… Seed… Born!

Researchers examined stable isotopes from bone collagen and dental enamel to reconstruct the diets of ancient Mongolians. Findings challenge the popular notion of a completely nomadic prehistoric population, linking grain cultivation with the success of the Xiongnu Empire (c. 200 BCE-150 CE) and showing continual grain consumption during the Mongol Empire of the Khans (c. 1200-1400 CE). (1)

Small grains.

Sustaining empires.

Small seeds.

Building religions.

Small particles.

Growing humans.

A world of nothing.

Creating everything…

Tiny speck of dust.

Rise!

Touching with light…

In a lab at Columbia University, engineers have developed a strange yet clever way for robots to feel: Let’s call it the finger of light. It’s got a 3D-printed skeleton embedded with 32 photodiodes and 30 adjacent LEDs, over which is laid a squishy skin of reflective silicone, which keeps the device’s own light in and outside light out. When the robot finger touches an object, its soft exterior deforms, and the photodiodes in the skeleton detect changing light levels from the LEDs. This allows the system to determine where contact is being made with the finger, and the intensity of that pressure. In other words, if you shook this robot’s hand, it wouldn’t feel it, in a traditional sense; it would see it. (1)

So delicate. So soft.

Feeling without feeling.

Touching with light.

Knowing without knowing.

Living without life.

Let the robots touch you.

Underneath the cold light.

Your grandmother’s hands holding tight…

Light. Low light. Essence.

Photo by Spiros Kakos from Pexels

It was a puzzle about birds.

Migratory birds are known to rely on Earth’s magnetic field to help them navigate the globe. And it was suspected that a protein called cryptochrome, which is sensitive to blue light, was making it possible for birds to do this.

Yet many of these animals are also known to migrate at night when there isn’t much light available. So it wasn’t clear how cryptochrome would function under these conditions in birds.

A new study led by UT Southwestern Medical Center in collaboration with SMU (Southern Methodist University), though, may have figured out the answer to that puzzle.

Researchers found that cryptochromes from migratory birds have evolved a mechanism that enhances their ability to respond to light, which can enable them to sense and respond to magnetic fields.

“We were able to show that the protein cryptochrome is extremely efficient at collecting and responding to low levels of light,” said SMU chemist Brian D. Zoltowski, who was one of the lead authors of a new study on the findings. (1)

There you go. They still use light.

But they can see light where we cannot.

There is nothing which is not what it is.

There is no one who does not what he does.

You are you. Birds are birds.

You cannot change your nature.

It is just that your nature is… flexible.

We are dancing in the cosmos. And no matter what we think we can do. We will always dance. Because we can. Because we are meant to dance. We think we do things. We trick our selfs into believing we can make things happen. How wrong are we. The music never stopped playing. And the more we do something, the more we stop listening…

In a world full of music, the only thing we can do is not dance.

And fall…

Alive! [Poetic terror]

Oh, terror!

Will I die?

Erased from the pages of existence?

Will I seize to be?

Breathless.

I can almost feel the darkness.

Flying in empty space.

Beyond the rings of Saturn.

I can almost listen to the whisper of silence.

Empty.

(Can anything be empty?)

Rays of light.

I can almost feel the warmth now.

Beyond the limits of myself.

I can listen to you.

Walking on bare ground.

Feeling the air.

Why am I here?

Treading on the paradoxical mist of nothingness.

Will I ever listen to you again?

Oh, terror!

I am alive!!!

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