Many bacteria possess their own biological ‘needles’, for injecting toxins (shown in yellow in the image) into our cells. Using electron microscopy and computer graphics scientists were able to model one such instrument (shown in cross-section and lengthwise) from bacterium Shigella flexneri, the cause of bacillary dysentery in humans. The needle is made from 25 identical proteins, arranged in a spiral shape. Its structure is similar to that of a flagellum, the tubular propeller some bacteria use to move around. Less than one millionth of a centimetre wide, Shigella’s needle is 25,000 times smaller than the finest hypodermic needles used today in medical environments. The researchers hope that understanding how bacteria produce such finely structured needles will lead to better ways of fighting infectious disease.
Me: By the way. It feels awesome when you are my universe.
Her: : 3
What does it feel like exactly?
Me: Like through affection expressed through physical touch our nerves were able to line up just right and through their connections the ethereal entity that is bound to this physical form was able to slip part way out and into your form, once inside mixing just the smallest part of itself with that of yours. Like two bubbles floating through the air and by some unlikely means make contact and fail to burst, instead partially fusing at the point of contact, allowing the wisps of gas that form their interiors to blend for a brief moment.
Her: -le awestruck-
Me: and suddenly with this mixing vapor all else is consumed. The most powerful contact made left no room for any other points of value in this newly expanded self, and the other half absorbed all meaning and attachment. The fusion so significant that nothing else in existence could matter at that moment, nothing except the continued presence of that other.
Her: Your way with words….gah…it’s wonderful <3
Me: The wind could be cold and biting and cast the fused two into a dangerous new landscape but there was no fear, because as long as the other remained the physical world could do nothing but look on, jealous that after so many years of constant presence and opression one entity could so effortlessly liberate its captive.
That is what it feels like.
It just isn’t the same…
I am discovering more and more lately that while reality is simply constructed in my mind as it washed over me, there are simultaneously many others being constructed as well. Most people use them to try to predict or plan the future, other people’s reactions, where a thrown object will be in the next instant, what they will say once an opportunity presents itself, snooooozerrrrrs. Normal, everyday bullshit, boring as hell. We all constantly construct realities, many of them, made of thoughts and sensory input which doesn’t necessarily have to come from external sources. Too many people forget that. That our minds, when left to their own devices, create diverse, intricate worlds and experiences. That the sensory input they create for themselves are indistinguishable from the input from our eyes, ears, and skin. They are just as real.
Sometimes when I am extremely tired, I can hear distant music. When it first starts playing, I have sometimes gone looking for its source only to find that I am the only one awake. The realization that the music was simply an auditory hallucination thought up by my sleep-deprived brain did not change the fact that it was there. Even once I realized that the only sound I was hearing was the whir of my laptop’s cooling fan, the music was there. Quiet, seemingly coming from several rooms over, but audible in incredible detail. The illusory strings vibrated in scaling harmonies, and played me through the hours I evaded slumber to waste my time in the depths of the internet. It was beautiful, and it was real. And it is still real, still playing on in the depths of my mind. One among an unending swath of possible realities that are constantly constructed in my head, but cruelly sheathed in the bland routine of the physical world as it empresses its repetitive demands and coercions on my thoughts. As I drift to sleep, the music grows louder as my mind retreats within itself and turns its back fully on the strictness of the physical world. It breathes freely in the much more liberating plane that lies under the pavements and tiles of this one.
I think I like tumblr.
Executive Memo by Hystereo0 plays
Pink Bits by FRKN PNK