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En realidad, es difícil pensar en un motivo, una razón que darles acerca de mis intereses por estudiar la conciencia en biología. Pero puedo decir que estoy en contra de una formación que no fomenta la curiosidad por el estudio de los fundamentos no-físicos de los seres vivos. El ambiente me ha alimentado con diversidades y adversidades que nutrieron un impulso imparable, que te llama con un susurro y llega como una gigante ola que me hace derretir. Querer crear. Ver crear. Ver más allá de las apariencias sintiendo el bioéter. Ver como cae el éter en la espiral infinita del relativo continuo. No es que quiera plantear una excusa poética para la realidad biológica. Al contrario, no es trivial haber sido llamado a un cometido, un propósito que busca no solo mi beneficio si no el de mi ambiente. ¡Rebeldía, libertad y Conciencia!
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Hot Night Cold Spaceship
Canción de Kae Tempest ‧ 2014
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Where's love? I stared into the depths of the woodland Felt something shaking in my good hand Blood in my veins, blood in your veins Our blood wants to meet That's why it's rushing round Pushing it'self up into our cheeks
Where's God? I feel Her, right here in the clearing Whispering of something I'm not hearing I'm listening as hard as I can Guess I ain't ready yet too many too eager They won't ever get deeper
Where's Faith? Faith was in my class when I was younger She had pretty eyes full of misery and hunger But they kept on smiling as if They knew that the horizon Could never burn gold without red Now she was hiding from our teachers Giggling, she'd stolen Monty's weakness Made him twice the boy he was Before he knew what sweetness really meant He's a man now, distant and detached
Where's Faith? Faith's rummaging around for some scraps Her eyes roll back She's chasing dragons in her flat The real dragon shakes her head and Stares out through the black Into the oncoming dawn new myths, old places Shell toes, gold laces Hot night, cold spaceship Truth told, truth wasted too much, too basic I don't want it, I can't break it Everything's for sale, I can't take it Everything is fake, I can't fake it
Where's patience? Sitting in her basement Waiting, we hold shells to our faces And listen for the waves They crash on ancient shores They don't pause just keep aging The doors of perception are Swinging off their hinges Mutated angels are banging on their symbols Pushing out their titties With the big based dimples Sick taste, swallow it keep it simple Follow it forever if it fills you Find a thing to live for And do it till it kills you You need something to believe in And it's a nice evening For immaculate conceiving keep breathing
Where's breath? Breath packed her things and left Too many of her good friends Rotten in their flesh feasting on their kill Now they're chopping up what's left Divvy it up and move on what's wrong? What's wrong?
Make it better It's better when we're naked and together What's forever? Forever's right now Make it better, make it better It's better when we're naked and together Where's forever? Forever's right here Make it better It's better when we're naked and together What's forever? Forever's right now Make it better, make it better It's better when we're naked and together Where's forever? Forever's right here
Rodrigo Moya, Hipotecados, Tlaltelolco, 1963
Tlatelolco, mi hogar.
Los estoicos son especialmente conocidos por enseñar que «la virtud es el único bien» para los seres humanos, y que esas cosas externas, como la salud, la riqueza y el placer, no son buenas o malas en sí mismas (adiaforía), pero tienen valor como «material para que la virtud actúe». Junto a la ética aristotélica, la tradición estoica constituye uno de los principales enfoques fundacionales de la ética de las virtudes. Los estoicos también sostenían que ciertas emociones destructivas son el resultado de errores de juicio y que las personas deberían cultivar una voluntad (llamada prohairesis) que esté «de acuerdo con la naturaleza». Sobre esta base, los estoicos pensaron que la mejor indicación de la filosofía de un individuo no era lo que decía sino cómo se comportaba. Para vivir una buena vida, postulan, hay que entender las reglas del orden natural.
"Every cell in your body carries with it an abstraction of its local surroundings in constellations of atoms"
From a time-compressed view, the sequences and structures of RNA, DNA, and proteins can be thought of as continually morphing in response to the fluctuating world around them… It is as though each organism builds an image of the world—a description expressed not in words or in pixels but in the language of chemistry. Every cell in your body carries with it an abstraction of its local surroundings in constellations of atoms. A basic knowledge of and response to the environment are integral parts of every living cell’s makeup” (Bray 2009).
Fate art above by Harold Forster
"Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her: but once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game." --Voltaire
In this life, fate mixes the cards as she lists, without consulting our wishes in the matter.
And we have no choice but to play the hand she deals to us. But the wise man bides his time and places his bets when conditions are favourable.
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Fate art above by Harold Forster
"Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her: but once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game." --Voltaire
In this life, fate mixes the cards as she lists, without consulting our wishes in the matter.
And we have no choice but to play the hand she deals to us. But the wise man bides his time and places his bets when conditions are favourable.
#life is a card game
2012 Eclipse
The Observable Universe Logarithmic Map
The farthest object in this map is HD1, a galaxy, at 33.2 billion light years away which was just discovered in 2022 BUT it has been beaten by CEERS-93316 at 34.6 billion light years away, discovered just 4 months after HD1.
by Pablo Carlos Budassi
Life is not thought to itself; rather, it is an operative concept, or incantation, including in Michel Henry's concept of self-affection. Traducción: La vida no se piensa a sí misma; más bien, es un concepto operativo, o conjuro.
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Instrucciones: Póngase lo que se le de la gana en lo tachado.
¿Qué será lo ultimo que veras y sentirás al morir? (Me pregunte al estar nadando y sintiendo como me quedaba sin aire mientras veía el haz luminoso que pasaba a través del agua y se manifiestaba en el piso de la alberca, con sus ondulaciones, con su vaivén).
‘¿Que probabilidad había de que tu llegada coincidiera con la visita nocturna de una polilla vieja (un ángel caído) lebasi? (un 29 de septiembre del 201X).
Escucha a la serpiente,
te avisa que no la pises,
si no te va a morder.
#simuero #Ponganmeestarolitaporfavor: https://youtu.be/wyTxqM2VIgw
The presence and reality of other is so intimately close that the pertinent question is how can we ever come to have the notion that we are that separate and distinct?
Francisco Varela