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Sexy Visions of a Microscope

I had written a whole post on trusting instincts and blablabla, but I don't like it so instead, here is some human body porn. Enjoy!

Fine, technically it's not a human body part but a diatom. It is edible though. And radioactive* (*not actually radioactive.) 

Endothelial cells (and blood cells!) I'm honestly not sure what endothelial means but I'm too lazy for Google. 

A human egg, five days after fertilization. Some leftover sperm. Because baby, you're a biological firework. 

A DNA chromosome. Also, a fantastic place to back up your torrent collection. 

The parasites that nest in our brains from touching too much cat poop. I kid; blood vessels, ladies and gentleman. 

This is what you kiss when you kiss. It's a tongue surface. 

Breast cancer cell that decided it also needed to look like a skull.

And finally, a field of sweat, revealing the truth that we do sweat balls. 

Breath 1

Imagine you are standing in the most pristine forest clearing. You swallow a nice dose of nutrients with your lungs. Phhhhmmmm. You breathe in. Oxygen is sucked into your lungs, then moves to your blood, then to your cells. This includes the nerves, heightening your sensitivity. You begin to feel your nerves registering signals...

You breathe in, and delicious oxygen moves to the tips of your fingers. Whatever thoughts are streaming in your mind seem less important than your breath, which courses through your arteries, delivering fresh produce to every single cell. 

Your parasympathetic nerve system activates. A straight spine allows better communication between your brain and body. You keep breathing. Gulping in forest air. Any feeling that throbs or settles within you is fine. You savor its flavor, whether it is rage, or bliss, or relaxation.

Your hands are suspended in air. You can feel them as breath meets nerves, meets flesh, meets bone. You pretend to feel the bone, if you can’t. Tingling: it can be blood rushing, it can be nerve static. You turn your awareness to your wrists.

And listening to your breathing: you find its rhythm, maybe even music in its pulse.

You breathe into your mouth and jaw. Stretching out your face, contorting its muscles into expressions you would never make in public, that would scare the children, that feel fantastic.

You continue to breathe in oxygen that converts into energy, and is then released as carbon dioxide and other biological exhaust fumes that are delicacies to trees. 

Your feet are planted, embraced by the ground. You are almost breathing in the Earth through your toes. You inhale a stew of cedar, oak and pine. You can hear rustling a few feet away, birds greeting the afternoon, feel a warm sun cushioning the back of your neck. Everything is serene, and you keep breathing...