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Birds, Herds, and Herbs converge, Within weeds and trees-- some evergreens, These roisterous worlds, a wonderous sight! The flume of art and the womb of life. But what if I were to say, This rite has grown dull, For the true beauty, Lies in your soul. Indeed! It's true! You're full of hue, A teeming world resides in you! Your body, mind, all shaped by time, Host to shine of different designs, Friends, foes, and fair alike, Within your bounds, have made a life. So know this well, embrace the view-- The universe is part of you!
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Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 6:46 PM UTC
The Ecosystem in You,
Humans and microbes have a close connection.  Microbes are as numerous as they mention. They outnumber our own cells by 10 to 1. Humans are superior germs and stand no. 1. Though no. 1, we'll have to pay attention. Microbes and humans have variations.  Both are cell structures in orientation.  Microbes are dominant, and they stun Microbes- Humans Bacteria are found everywhere in the nation.  Humans have an organ-level organisation. Microbes have more survival abilities than anyone.  But we need a supportive system or someone We should take care to reach our destination.  Microbes- Humans
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Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 1:21 AM UTC
Microbes- Humans
We thought of us today as single cells 'Ciliating' across the universe of colour under the coverslip of time; a microcosm of pedalling plants or fettuccine of cells. The hues of darkness are pink and bright, in beach slippers tracing paths on glass, and those springing Vorticella are flowers we created in our fictions of science ... But all possess a veneer bound cytoplasm of affection, crawling like Annelids across the void in a world bursting in avatars of the invisible or their transparent real selves glowing like gemstones in the sky, or simply opaque as we are, each to the other under the play of light, polarized views secreted within some dark muddied pond, harbouring the cells of love, shedding cuticles of sorrow, laying the germ of tomorrow or funneling delight in little green globes that make food ... are food. We must be blessed to be cytoplasm like them or cursed, I don't know which, but it's all profound.
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May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021 at 8:37 PM UTC
In the cytoplasm of affection
The Evolution of Love by Michael R. Burch Love among the infinitesimal flotillas of amoebas is a dance of transient appendages, wild sails that gather in warm brine and then express one headstream as two small, divergent wakes. Minuscule voyage—love! Upon false feet, the pseudopods of uprightness, we creep toward self-immolation: two nee one. We cannot photosynthesize the sun, and so we love in darkness, till we come at last to understand: man’s spineless heart is alien to any land. We part to single cells; we rise on buoyant tears, amoeba-light, to breathe new atmospheres ... and still we sink. The night is full of stars we cannot grasp, though all the World is ours. Have we such cells within us, bent on love to ever-changingness, so that to part is not to be the same, or even one? Is love our evolution, or a scream against the thought of separateness—a cry of strangled recognition? Love, or die, or love and die a little. Hopeful death! Come scale these cliffs, lie changing, share this breath. Keywords/Tags: love, microscopic, amoebas, pseudopods, microbes, photosynthesis, darkness, night, stars, evolution, shared breath
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Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 5:03 AM UTC
The Evolution of Love
You want to judge the book; Or you are curious and keen. Gibingly you ask about microbes. With Naked eyes unseen. Fourteen hundred is the age. Yet you can scratch your head. I know it is not going to help. Because you're alive yet dead. You think you're very literate. Yes it speaks about microbes. *** But are you literate enough? Then there were no microscopes. They discover and boastfully talk. As if they've created, never they stop. Compare themselves with God. But their origins are in ***** drop.
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
Quran and Microbes