http://www.sciencenews.org/view/generic/id/67690/title/No_fear
So...are we really dictated by our brains?
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Gene Genesis - Science News
http://www.sciencenews.org/view/generic/id/67926/title/Gene_genesis
Genetic history of things...familiar?
Genetic history of things...familiar?
Cells Reprogrammed To Treat Diabetes - Science News
http://www.sciencenews.org/view/generic/id/67513/title/Cells_reprogrammed_to_treat_diabetes
A promising cure for diabetes, as well as other genetic diseases
A promising cure for diabetes, as well as other genetic diseases
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Lamentation
There is a grief that is like no other
It infects the eyes too subtly
it cannot be seen
The mind is seared, the spirit is extinguished
Yet not one man has ever felt pain or loss
It is a flame that burns, yet leaves no trace
It is the most dangerous weapon in the world
So dangerous that no one ever gets the advantage
all sides are defeated
all teams lose
This is the grief of the mother whose child rises to power and fame
This is the grief of the lover whose beloved has kissed him for the first time
This is the grief of the graduate whose valedictory address has been spoken
This is the grief of the nationalist who saw the revolution happen
This is the grief of the artist after finishing a masterpiece
This is the grief of the king as he looks at the expanse of his kingdom
It is the grief of destiny, of chance, and of fate
It is the grief of reality
That as one savors victory, triumph, success
as a human being achieves his life-long goal
his desire
his purpose
There is another that groans in pain and misery
And takes all the inequality and oppression
Instead of you
It infects the eyes too subtly
it cannot be seen
The mind is seared, the spirit is extinguished
Yet not one man has ever felt pain or loss
It is a flame that burns, yet leaves no trace
It is the most dangerous weapon in the world
So dangerous that no one ever gets the advantage
all sides are defeated
all teams lose
This is the grief of the mother whose child rises to power and fame
This is the grief of the lover whose beloved has kissed him for the first time
This is the grief of the graduate whose valedictory address has been spoken
This is the grief of the nationalist who saw the revolution happen
This is the grief of the artist after finishing a masterpiece
This is the grief of the king as he looks at the expanse of his kingdom
It is the grief of destiny, of chance, and of fate
It is the grief of reality
That as one savors victory, triumph, success
as a human being achieves his life-long goal
his desire
his purpose
There is another that groans in pain and misery
And takes all the inequality and oppression
Instead of you
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Solace at Solstice
I mourn for the soothing wind,
It is lonely, and will always be
I mourn for those who never sinned
Mercy they will never see
I mourn for the early sun,
It gives light but unto itself
I mourn for all the things undone
Like old, unopened books on shelf
I mourn for the radiant sky,
It can never touch the ground
I mourn for those who wish to fly
They get lost; they're never found
I mourn for the evening star,
Or what remains of its past light
For what turns sweetness into sour
Or day into the night
I mourn for the comet's tail,
It will never return
I mourn for the weak and frail
Their strengths society spurn
I mourn for the midnight moon,
It is the sad reflection of humanity
The widow, the orphan, the dead, the loon
Oppressed by hostile insanity
I mourn for those who always mourn
They do for mourning's sake
For with the truth we are reborn
A banquet, we partake.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Timelessness
In a world of the temporal, will the lost human race ever have lasting possessions? Which things last?
Change, the flux of the universe.
Love, the supreme driving force.
Existence, that which willed itself into being.
Grace, the great preserver.
Destiny, the third-person observer.
Harmony, the pattern of chaos.
Hope.
Change, the flux of the universe.
Love, the supreme driving force.
Existence, that which willed itself into being.
Grace, the great preserver.
Destiny, the third-person observer.
Harmony, the pattern of chaos.
Hope.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Pleas
Chains of trouble that bind the heart to the depths of despair, vanish!
Totally painful. It is very painful to face a crisis alone. The crushing weight of the problem seems impossible to resolve in the absence of a friend. It is too lonely.
When can man say that his companion is a friend? When there's concern. When there's sincerity. When there is a yearning to listen and empathize, not just empty words of unneeded advice.
Of course, every human being has the capability to think. No one is truly stupid in its own sense. Each person knows what his actions mean, or that there is a purpose to it. Even the purpose of not having a purpose is a purpose in itself.
Well then, why do so many people misjudge others, why do they talk, preach, and even rebuke when what one needs is a listening ear and a pure willingness to embrace the problem as if it was their own?
Most especially, why do humans correct the mistakes of others that they themselves commit? Why are they trapped in constant hypocrisy in commanding things they never do? It is a pity that the eye cannot see itself.
And it is a pain that some friends never truly understand the big picture.
Totally painful. It is very painful to face a crisis alone. The crushing weight of the problem seems impossible to resolve in the absence of a friend. It is too lonely.
When can man say that his companion is a friend? When there's concern. When there's sincerity. When there is a yearning to listen and empathize, not just empty words of unneeded advice.
Of course, every human being has the capability to think. No one is truly stupid in its own sense. Each person knows what his actions mean, or that there is a purpose to it. Even the purpose of not having a purpose is a purpose in itself.
Well then, why do so many people misjudge others, why do they talk, preach, and even rebuke when what one needs is a listening ear and a pure willingness to embrace the problem as if it was their own?
Most especially, why do humans correct the mistakes of others that they themselves commit? Why are they trapped in constant hypocrisy in commanding things they never do? It is a pity that the eye cannot see itself.
And it is a pain that some friends never truly understand the big picture.
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