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War Inside of Me

There is a war inside of me…

No guns, no bullets fired, no noise, no explosions, just a confusion, a rebellion of feelings I had never felt before… and I’m their battlefield, I’m the place where the holes are open, where the fear rises, where the pain reigns, where my blood makes it to the rivers, to the sky, to the appocalipse of my strength and the rain of my tears…

Inside of me there is no place to hide, everything is pain, everything is hopelessness and I sit in front of all this scenario, watching passively my own destruction…

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Caption: Resin cast of human heart blood vessels. This model was achieved by injecting liquid plastic into a real heart. The plastic resin fills the blood vessels and, once the resin sets, the tissue is dissolved away leaving a perfect replica of the blood supply.
Credit: ARNO MASSEE/SCIENCE PHOTO LIBRARY

Caption: Resin cast of human heart blood vessels. This model was achieved by injecting liquid plastic into a real heart. The plastic resin fills the blood vessels and, once the resin sets, the tissue is dissolved away leaving a perfect replica of the blood supply.

Credit: ARNO MASSEE/SCIENCE PHOTO LIBRARY

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http://scienceblogs.com.br/meiodecultura/files/2012/05/fagocitose_gif.gif

How awesome is biology? This awesome!

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Picture of Geronimo Apache Warrior. (Not sure if these words belong to him but anyway they show some wisdom)

Picture of Geronimo Apache Warrior. (Not sure if these words belong to him but anyway they show some wisdom)

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Apr 6
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Will this be our future? There must be another path, don’t you think?

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carolinafrica:

A POEM 
WILDERNESS - by Ian McCallum 
Have we forgotten that wilderness is not a place, but a pattern of soul where every tree, every bird and beast is a soul maker? Have we forgotten that wilderness is not a place, but a moving feast of stars, footprints, scales and beginnings? Since when did we become afraid of the night and that only the bright stars count? Or that our moon is not a moon unless it is full? By whose command were the animals through groping fingers, one for each hand, reduced to the big and little five? Have we forgotten that every creature is within us carried by tides of Earthly blood and that we named them? Have we forgotten that wilderness is not a place, but a season and that we are in its final hour?

carolinafrica:

A POEM

WILDERNESS - by Ian McCallum

Have we forgotten that wilderness is not a place, but a pattern of soul where every tree, every bird and beast is a soul maker? Have we forgotten that wilderness is not a place, but a moving feast of stars, footprints, scales and beginnings? Since when did we become afraid of the night and that only the bright stars count? Or that our moon is not a moon unless it is full? By whose command were the animals through groping fingers, one for each hand, reduced to the big and little five? Have we forgotten that every creature is within us carried by tides of Earthly blood and that we named them? Have we forgotten that wilderness is not a place, but a season and that we are in its final hour?

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