reading a textbook for class and i’m going insane. why is this just poetry. what. this is a STEM class what’s going on.
HELLO????? HELLO?????
The winds, the sea, and the moving tides are what they are. If there is wonder and beauty and majesty in them, science will discover these qualities. If they are not there, science cannot create them. If there is poetry in my book about the sea, it is not because I deliberately put it there, but because no one could write truthfully about the sea and leave out the poetry.
- Rachel Carson (1952)no one can write truthfully about evolution and leave out the poetry, etc.
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[…] even themselves alive. (It is a slightly arresting notion that if you were to pick yourself apart with tweezers, one atom at a time, you would produce a fine mound of atomic dust, none of which had ever been alive but all of which had once been you.) Yet somehow for the […]
[…and…]
The average species on Earth lasts for only about four million years, so if you wish to be around for billions of years, you must be as fickle as the atoms that made you. You must be prepared to change everything about yourself – shape, size, color, species affiliation, everything – and to do so repeatedly. That’s much […]
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you really believe in that "Han Dynasty" crap?
What?
As in like, the existence of the Han Dynasty from roughly 200bce-200ce?
the cutest autumn kitchen
every time i massage moisturizer onto my face i feel kin with those evil witches in stories obsessed with youth and beauty….they did nothing wrong, ever,
FINAL FANTASY VII REBIRTH (2024) dev. Square Enix
We trust that time is linear. That it proceeds eternally, uniformly. Into infinity.
But the distinction between past, present and future is nothing but an illusion.
Yesterday, today and tomorrow are not consecutive, they are connected in a
never-ending circle. Everything is connected.
took a nap and Came Back Wrong
not that its an unpopular opinion but elon musk should kill himself
she’s sewing pockets into her skirt and he’s trying to solve a murder mystery out loud
girls when they get overstimulated in the grocery store
The shoe is a bad miracle. The shoe stands up by random chance. It’s a beautiful thing. A wonderful thing. Surrounded by the horrific incident around it. Jean Jacket is a beautiful creature. A beautiful animal. She causes uncontrollable death and destruction. The shoe stands up and Steven Yeun’s character stares at it because it’s there. Because it’s better than looking at his co-star being brutalized. Because it’s better than looking at a chimp he thought was his friend covered in another person’s blood. The shoe is a miracle in the middle of a horrific incident. Steven Yeun’s character waits for the “other shoe” to drop. It never does. Not until years and years and years later. Not until he believes himself special, and thinks of that shoe as some kind of blessing. He’s the chosen one. He wasn’t. He’s eaten, just like everyone else.