I'm reading about cells. When I read stuff like "over 500 molecules pass through each of the 3000-4000 nuclear pores every second" I start thinking about how the human body, once thought to be inhabited by a mysterious and magical force called 'life', upon closer examination, shows us to be simply a series of incredibly complex chemical reactions.
But chemical reactions none-the-less, which may be duplicated and synthesized outside of the vesicles they once inhabited.
Then I begin to think about what's going on in my noggin as I scan the page to learn the mechanisms of metabolism and motor function that lets me read the page. It's a recursive thought that gives me the same funny gut sensation when looking at my subcutaneous flesh, or an accident victim smeared across the pavement..
A bizarre reflection on the physical self.
What happens when we read about the mechanistic mind, its mysteries unraveled and hardbound?
But chemical reactions none-the-less, which may be duplicated and synthesized outside of the vesicles they once inhabited.
Then I begin to think about what's going on in my noggin as I scan the page to learn the mechanisms of metabolism and motor function that lets me read the page. It's a recursive thought that gives me the same funny gut sensation when looking at my subcutaneous flesh, or an accident victim smeared across the pavement..
A bizarre reflection on the physical self.
What happens when we read about the mechanistic mind, its mysteries unraveled and hardbound?
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