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...it is not always possible to show the true face. Masks, make-up and veils allow one to conceal authentic appearance.

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Free software” is a matter of liberty, not price. To understand the concept, you should think of “free” as in “free speech,” not as in “free beer.” - Stallman

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If you can’t remember this formula, set it as your wifi password.

Linear Algebra Professor (via mathprofessorquotes)

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Chance encounters are what keep us going.

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I live my way , I will either success my way, or either fail my way, but I will do it my way. I was proposed to make a tittle on a subject that I already know a bit and in which I am truly interested in, with people that I already quite know , who I appreciate, who I quite trust. So , I am confident. I don't know if I will success but in what I am confident is that I want to do it. Not for money, honour, or any shitty things like that, just because I honestly want to try.

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A team led by Martin Fussenegger of ETH Zurich in Basel has shown that caffeine can be used as a trigger for synthetic genetic circuitry, which can then in turn do useful things for us -- even correct or treat medical conditions. For a buzz-worthy proof of concept, the team engineered a system to treat type 2 diabetes in mice with sips of coffee, specifically Nespresso Volluto coffee. Essentially, when the animals drink the coffee (or any other caffeinated beverage), a synthetic genetic system in cells implanted in their abdomens switches on. This leads to the production of a hormone that increases insulin production and lowers blood sugar levels -- thus successfully treating their diabetes after a simple morning brew.

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Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.

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“Sometimes I feel like a caretaker of a museum -- a huge, empty museum where no one ever comes, and I'm watching over it for no one but myself.”    

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Home.

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Ekspozita Mjegull.

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I’m not a human. I’m a piece of michinery. I don’t need to feel a thing. Just forge on ahead. Keep running.

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On the edge, it’s peripheral,

My vision, being physical;

The memories, ephemeral,

The photons pose as miracle.

Accommodation, monocular cue,

De-focus blur and the shifting to blue;

Texture and gradients come into view,

There’s absolute size, perspective, and skew.

Convergence is binocular,

The patterns are spectacular;

A personal photographer,

My mind becomes the monitor.

Creating depth, my own perceptions,

Rewriting notions, preconceptions;

Clever deceptions, misdirection,

Shine light of truth on misconceptions.

Realities, from near to far,

Brought to me now by far-off star;

Perhaps it’s time to raise the bar,

For that’s what makes us who we are.