Elementary
First, I became earth.
So I would be eternal, renewed.
I would be used to build dreams.
But I was contaminated, and built upon instead.
Then, I became water.
So I would be adaptable and shapeless.
I would fit everyone, effortlessly surrounding them.
But I was frozen into rigid notions and boiled to evaporation.
Until I became fire.
So I would not be contained.
I would forge the world as I wished.
But they extinguished me.
Thus, I became air.
And I cannot be touched.
Only felt, as I inevitably infiltrate life.
Down to its primary foundations.
DROMOMANIA
[noun]
also known as travelling fugue: an uncontrollable psychological urge to wander. People with this condition spontaneously depart from their routine, travel long distances and take up different identities and occupations. Months may pass before they return to their former identities. The term comes from the Greek: dromos (running) and mania (insanity).
[RHADS]
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Unida - You Wish (thanks Dimi)
Nothing, is gonna survive
And her thing, always alive
Despite on the edge
Well it’ll make you cry
It’s never ending
and never surrendering
Nothing, is gonna roll
and her thing, out of control
And shame, on the underdog
and who’s to blame,
About the other day?
It’s never ending
and never surrendering
Nothing, is gonna survive
And nothing, always alive
Despite on the edge
Well it’ll make you cry
And who’s to blame
about the other day?
It’s neverending
and never surrendering
Her end, something new
And nothing, all but you
And the life you want to live
And the life you want to live
It’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right…
Marianne Faithfull - So Sad
Strum me hard, strum me fast,
Fears sure built into every wall.
Looking hard through the glass,
Fears sure built in with every waltz.
Looking out at the rain
Looking in through the storm.
Treading the waves,
Come in from harm.
How could you regret your other words …
Hoping for thrills — free as a bird …
Strum me hard, strum me fast,
Fears sure built into every wall.
Looking hard through the glass,
Fears sure built in with every waltz.
There’s a knock at the door,
I get up — let you in.
Traveled and stained,
Soaked to the skin.
Welcome my darling, you got here at last …
Come and sit by the fire — forget what’s past.
So sad, so sad,
So sad, so sad.
Strum me hard, strum me fast,
Fears sure built into every wall.
Looking hard through the glass,
Fears sure built in with every waltz.
Looking out at the rain
Looking in through the storm.
Looking back, looking forward,
Flying up, flying down —
What have you found ?
So sad, so sad
What have you found ?
Yale researchers used light to probe the actions of the neurotransmitter GABA on single synapses along the branches of a neuron.
This photo shows a mouse cortical neuron in red, with dendritic branches that are studded with synaptic spines. Surrounding the neuron are inhibitory axons or fibers (in blue) that are genetically engineered to release GABA when activated by light, a technique known as optogenetics. Learn more →
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