A child crying…
Because her birthday is coming…
And she does not want to become 9…
She wants to stay 8 for ever…
Oh, dear child.
Listen to me.
You will be a child for ever.
As your mom and me.
Don’t be fooled by the aging skin.
Or the tired eyes.
Inside the soul, we are still a kid.
Playing.
Laughing.
Happy.
Being sad.
As that first time I came to Be…
If not an invitation to dying?
What is death?
If not a call to being alive?
Seek the truth in the irrational.
Where nothing depends on anything.
And the trees are the river.
Flowing freely.
Towards a place with no time…
If not a constant journey to death?
We try not to think of death much.
But tell me.
During a trip.
Do you ever think of your destination?
Or of where you started the journey instead?
(What is wrong?)
Is it me?
Or the thing that I believe?
It’s the outside that counts: Their charisma has an impact on the introduction and image of alien species and can even hinder their control. An international research team have investigated the influence of charisma on the management of invasive species. (1)
So beautiful.
And yet.
Lethal.
The story of our life.
Trusting.
To our death.
I can still see the beauty.
Who is laughing?
Even in my final hours.
I never trusted anyone.
Look beauty.
Are you crying?
Look…
I will die now.
Am I beautiful?
When we cut our skin, groups of cells rush en masse to the site to heal the wound.
But the complicated mechanics of this collective cell movement — which are facilitated by rearrangements between each cell and its neighbors — have made it challenging for researchers to decipher what’s actually driving it.
Notbohm and doctoral student Aashrith Saraswathibhatla recently made a surprising discovery that sheds new light on how this collective cell migration happens. Through experiments, they found that the force each cell applies to the surface beneath it — in other words, traction — is the dominant physical factor that controls cell shape and motion as cells travel as a group. (1)
Moving through traction.
Staying still through motion.
Living through death.
Dying through living.
Seek knowledge in the irrational. It is only there were knowledge is independent of any assumptions. And inside its chaos, you will find the peace you seek. For only in the irrational ideas are stripped of all their clothes. A the king can be really a king. Especially because he is naked.
Think. Via not-thinking.
How can you move, if not by your inability to do so?
How can you stand still, without others moving around you?
How can you be alive, if you weren’t dead?
Breath…
