#tis bacterial

[quillarchive]

Got a bad infection in my eye but at least it looks cool. Going as this eye for Halloween.

[theresglitterinmydaiquiri]

🎶I feel it in my nostrils🎶

🎶I feel it in my lungs🎶

🎶 sickness is all around me🎶

🎶And so the feeling grows🎶

🎶I feel it in my ears🎶

🎶I feel it in my throat🎶

🎶I’m really, really ill 🎶

🎶And it’s hard not to show 🎶

[nabsthevulture]

Hi, I have this leg bone of a bull and thought you might find it interesting! I believe wire got wrapped around the joint and imbedded and then led to maybe some bacterial or fungal infection? It's wild either way and I've never seen bone growth like this

yo that is fucking insane, what a cool piece!!! It reminds me of the nightmare pelvis, but tis the nightmare leg bone instead.

[djpurple3]

as a major yoglabs enjoyer (phosphor here!!), im here to provide you a shortlist of the best lore episodes, if you wanted to get a taste! Hypercubed also directly ties into yoglabs lore, but that series was unfortunately cut very short, so there are only about 4 episodes in total :(.

EP 1: Welcome to the Facility - exactly what it says on the tin, this is the introduction to the series! also places it directly in the timeline as 'mid jaffa factory'.

EP 37/38: Soul Absorber/Clone Lab - honestly the Most important lore episodes of yoglabs, to me anyway. made me actually cry as a child, even through their silly goofy acting. also has a hamlet reference, so its got a special place in my heart.

EP 50: Bacterial Menace - this is in the Welcome to Yoglabs music video! this is actually a little low on lore in comparison, i just really love it, honestly.

EP 52: Holodeck - lightly used for some people's BOTC headcanons I believe! also talks about the microchips! also nightly highlights the 'decay' of the honeydew clones post episode 38.

EP 67: Teletubbies - i know, i know, but the episode cold opens with Honeydew crawling out of his own *grave* so. (also revealing xephos has been burying every single clone of the 8937 since episode 38). this isn't how you grieve, dude. also features xephos leaving honeydew do die during yoglabs self destruct??? ive got. feelings about that.

special mentions: EP 39 -> EP 40 showing the number of honeydew clones xeph has gone through jumping by the thousands over the course of a single episode, EP 55 with a xephos!irsraphel easter egg

oh my god!!! thank you phosphor?? this is so nice of you and VERY helpful thank you. yeah i think i watched 1 ep of yoglabs when i was a kid and never really stuck to it? (coming into... uh.... yogblr? dfgjkdf as of late and seeing everyone talk abt lore i dont know has been really interesting) like the xephos israphel thing is a Real lore thing?? i didnt know that!

[xyymath]

Real-Life Uses of Calculus

Calculus isn’t just an abstract, ivory tower concept relegated to textbooks—it’s a powerful tool woven deeply into the fabric of our daily lives, from the precision of medical dosage to the unpredictability of the stock market.

1. Medicine: Optimizing Drug Dosage

Calculus plays a key role in pharmacokinetics, the branch of science that deals with the absorption, distribution, metabolism, and excretion of drugs in the body. When doctors prescribe medication, they need to ensure that drug levels remain within therapeutic bounds, not too high to cause toxicity and not too low to be ineffective. This is where differential equations, a core part of calculus, come into play. The rate of change of drug concentration over time is modeled with calculus to determine optimal dosage and scheduling for sustained, effective drug levels.

Take antibiotics, for example: they must be administered at specific intervals to maintain an effective concentration in the bloodstream while preventing bacterial resistance. Calculus allows for the continuous monitoring of drug levels and the adjustment of dosages based on individual metabolism rates, ensuring maximum therapeutic benefit.

2. Physics and Engineering: Motion and Forces

In classical mechanics, calculus is used to describe motion. Newton's laws of motion and universal gravitation are based on derivatives and integrals, the foundational elements of calculus. The change in velocity (acceleration) is the derivative of position with respect to time, while the area under the velocity-time graph gives us the distance traveled.

For instance, when designing cars, engineers use calculus to model the forces acting on the vehicle, such as friction, air resistance, and engine power. Calculus helps optimize everything from fuel efficiency to safety features, ensuring that a car can handle various conditions without exceeding performance thresholds.

3. Economics and Finance: Predicting Stock Market Trends

In economics, calculus is used to understand and predict market behavior. The concept of marginal analysis—examining the effects of small changes in variables—relies heavily on calculus. For example, marginal cost is the derivative of total cost with respect to quantity, and marginal revenue is the derivative of total revenue with respect to the quantity of goods sold.

In the stock market, calculus is utilized in quantitative finance to model stock prices using stochastic differential equations. Techniques like Black-Scholes for options pricing rely on calculus to determine the fair price of financial derivatives by analyzing how small fluctuations in stock prices impact their expected value. The concept of risk management—how much risk is worth taking for a given return—also uses derivatives to evaluate the rate of change of potential outcomes over time.

4. Environmental Science: Climate Modeling

Climate change models are inherently tied to calculus. Calculus is used to model the flow of energy through the Earth's atmosphere, oceans, and land, and how this energy affects global temperatures. The change in temperature over time is governed by differential equations, accounting for factors like greenhouse gas emissions, solar radiation, and ocean currents. As a result, climate scientists use calculus to predict future climate scenarios under various emission levels, helping inform policy decisions on global warming and sustainability.

5. Computer Science and Machine Learning: Optimization Algorithms

In machine learning, algorithms are designed to optimize a given function—whether it's minimizing the error in predictions or maximizing efficiency in a task. These algorithms often rely on derivatives to find the minimum or maximum of a function. For example, gradient descent, a popular optimization algorithm, uses the derivative of a function to iteratively adjust parameters and reach the optimal solution.

In computer graphics, calculus is essential for creating smooth curves and realistic animations. The mathematical process of curvature, which is the rate of change of direction along a curve, is vital for rendering images in 3D modeling and augmented reality.

6. Astronomy and Space Exploration: Orbital Mechanics

In space travel, calculus is crucial in calculating orbits, trajectories, and spaceship velocity. The path a spacecraft takes through space is influenced by gravitational forces, which can be modeled using calculus. For example, NASA’s mission to Mars relied on calculus to calculate the optimal launch window by accounting for the positions and motions of both Earth and Mars, ensuring the spacecraft would reach its destination efficiently.

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

What kind of whump potential did you have in mind for Soap in Alone? 👀 I am intrigued.

Rubs Hands Okay anon here goes nothing

🩸🧼 WHUMP POTENTIAL IN ALONE 🧼🩸

>> Soap got shot, and the bullet went past his right arm, which means there are two bullet holes in his arms. Bro's bleeding from two wounds ‼️

Not that I've ever got shot, but it must've hurt like a BITCH. 🩸We could've gotten some pained grunts outta him !! Make Soap hiss, grunt, moan, whimper, ANY SOUND OUT OF HIS MOUTH. Soap controlling his breaths - I LIVE for those 😭 (Kinda like in Overwatch, if you're on low health, you'd hear the characters' pained sounds. Of course for Soap not all the time, (the Shadows could hear him) but once in a while would be GREAT)

>> He didn't make any attempt to stop the bleeding (Bro could've used his tourniquet, or heck, if not tourniquet, Soap could've ripped his shirt and tied his arms to reduce the blood loss)

An interactive cutscene of him tying his arm up 👁️👁️ mmmmmmm I would EAT that shit up.

>> Blood loss is no joke, and the amount of time he uses his arm to kill the enemies, making the tools to pry open doors, cocktails, heck, the recoils he gets from shooting?? The blood would be jumpin' out of him like a damn hose ‼️‼️

I'm no medic, but you'd immediately get light headed sooner than when the one where Ghost and Soap went,

"Bit light-headed, are ya?"

"Bit shaky, Sir, yeah."

While that bit is such a good dialogue, we could've gotten more from his blood loss narrative. -> Make him have to support himself up with one arm!! Make him fall once again!! Make Soap talk to himself in an attempt to sort himself out ‼️‼️

>> Soap went to the sewers. Idk about y'all, but going under the sewer water with exposed wounds IS NOT A GOOD IDEA Y'ALL 😭. The amount of bacterial infection is going to br crazy. If not treated properly Soap's gonna get a whole fever breakdown and more over hallucinations and shit.

P.S. @lisbetadair made a whump fic about this check it out it's hella good

>> Post-Alone. If he's not gonna treat it himself, let Ghost or Rudy patch him up for Lord's sake 😭 the fact that his wounds just magically disappear made me cry so much. Let Ghost sew him up before entering the Los Vaqueros hideout, let Rudy check his wounds out ‼️

>> During the next missions like 'Prison Break' 'Ghost Team' and 'Countdown', make his teammates like Gaz or Price ask Soap before the actions start, "You're doing okay?" "You solid, Soap?" That'd be GREAT 👍

Feel free to add more because I LOVE in game whumps I crave more of it 😫

[the-king-of-snakeskin]

My take on svtfoe's slimes.

-Their hydras, relatives of corals and jellyfish. They have substantial bodies, but their regenerative abilities allow them to heal from pretty serious injuries, and their known to live thousands of years- abilities that are overlooked by mewmens, who often can't differentiate individual slimes.

-while they aren't made of slime, their bodies are covered in an anti-inflammatory and anti-bacterial mucus that serves to protect their bodies on land. It also helps ease the pain caused by a slime sting.

-Slimes are hermaphroditic, and can reproduce both sexually and asexually. Gonad development is triggered by stress and starvation, budding is triggered by warmth and a surplus of food. Unlike most other species, who have gonads permanently, slime gonads develop as needed and fall off once their job is done.

-Slimes born through budding are seen as superior to slimes hatched from eggs, in part because wealthy slimes are more likely to bud while poor slimes are more likely to produce eggs. Budded children are prioritized in terms of inheritance, partially because of perceived superiority and partially because there's no ambiguity as to which parent should be prioritized, as there is only one. Eggs are still produced by slime nobility for the purpose of both strengthening ties with other slime families and marrying them off to nobles of other species. These marriages are political in nature, and cannot produce heirs.

-Slimes do not experience romantic or sexual attraction, and never marry within their own species. Sexual reproduction happens passively, with no need for either parent to even meet. For arranged clutches between specific individuals, spawning pools(a practice borrowed from frog men) are utilized to ensure parentage, and both individuals stay out of public waterways until the eggs are fertilized.

-Eggs are extremely hardy and, in the right conditions, can be stored indefinitely. A common practice among slime nobility is to store the eggs in an "egg bank" and incubate them as needed. Which family the eggs belong too is often decided via both families bidding on either the clutch as a whole or in individual eggs, with the rights to those eggs going to the highest bidder.

-Although they are devalued compared to their budded siblings, hatched slimes hailing from noble families have a chance to climb society's ladder and found a lineage of their own. This opportunity has historically been denied to lower class slimes, regardless of the circumstances of their conception.

-Slimes are unable to verbally communicate, and important figures within their society often hire interpreters of other species; kappa, Frogman, and septarian interpreters are the most common, but you do occasionally see size-shifters, demons, or even mewmens filling that role.

-Due to their lack of easily recognizable facial features, slimes are among the most dehumanized of the species the MHC has deemed "monstrous", with many mewmens debating if their even sentient due to their alien appearance and inability to speak.

Version with gonads under cut. Note: I doubt anyone could read this as "sexual", given how alien the biology is, but I'm being cautious here.

The nipple looking things are testies, the lumps are ovaries. Most slimes will develop both, but it is possible to only develop one. Slimes see gonad development of this sort as akin to bad breakout of acne- embarrassing and uncomfortable, but hardly explicit.

[flourishing-fagopsis]

THE ABSCESS

The Abscess is a decaying corpse of what was once a Godfall, some long-forgotten deity eternally rotting in the Wasteland. Within its behemoth ribcage is a settlement of tents, made of bone spikes and skin-leather, the easiest material to access in an otherwise bleak red sand desert.

Dragons within The Abscess come and go, and some stay longer than others, but the majority of its existence revolves around what this corpse provides. Pieces of flesh and what once were organs, horn, and scale, are cut and sold as remedies to other Clans, the kind of cannibalistic medicine that the Wasteland loves best. Teeth and bone are fashioned into weapons to be sold, and everything that was taken rebuilds itself, slowly but inexorably, in fracture patterns of ever smaller copies.

A mysterious process allows the rest of the offal and fluids to be distilled into something called Godsblood, a drug that creates a burst of berserker-like energy and regenerative power with side effects that include hallucinations.

A small fraction of the Godsblood that is created is used within the settlement, or traded occasionally, but most of it is shipped on small zepplins and airships to an end unknown by most making it; it finds its way to Blackminster in the Emperor's Wake, where their martial leader conducts… experiments, shall we say, on the very nature of 'Godhood'.

The role of The Abscess is made clear through the role of Magaera. She claims no leadership of the settlement, but remains the fixture that ties it together, a scholar in disarray as much as a battle-torn former soldier, and she is respected well enough where she isn't feared. Those who stay long enough know she ultimately holds the key to HOW Godsblood is distilled, the penultimate step that turns it from bacterial slurry to something else. And she guards that knowledge with jealous determination.

Gaplands tie-in officially sanctioned by @ringleaderising yes i saw your tags and yes i am giving you a goofy thumbs up (ง ᐖ)ว

[tribbetherium]

Daggoths, with their subterranean lifestyles, unconventional limbs and even more peculiar senses, are easily among the most bizarre lineage ever to arise on HP-02017: a clade so derived as to look almost entirely alien. Yet, despite their otherworldy appearance, the daggoths are still mammals: giving birth to live young, and nourishing them with milk, at least for some period of time. And no other species combines the strange with the familiar as the spindled cheeseweaver (Lactarachne brevipus), a descendant of the roof stalac, an insectivore that dwells among the stalactites of the cave's ceiling, a biome obviously absent from the surface world.

Like its predecessor, the spindled cheeseweaver is an ambush hunter, pouncing on insects that it finds among the stone spikes. With long, spindly front digits, yet short, stubby rear ones, it ambles along predominantly with its forelimbs, while arching its back intermittently to secure its grip on another location, in a strange, nine-limbed inchworming gait. Its progress is helped along by broad pads on both fore and hind limbs that are equipped with thousands of tiny, densely packed hairs that allow it to stick tightly to even smooth surfaces, allowing it to negotiate the cavern roof, anchoring with its hind limbs while using its forelimbs to seize insect prey, be it feelerflits that blunder into its outstretched digits or other, flightless bugs that dwell on the rock surface, feeding on bacterial mats and fungi.

But easily the most remarkable characteristic of the cheeseweaver is the namesake ability the females have when rearing their young: they conceal their undeveloped, quasi-larval young in weblike cocoons that they affix to hidden crevices in the cave ceilings. These cocoons, reminescent of an arthropods', are perhaps the most unmammalian feature yet evolved by the daggoths, yet, conversely, is actually what ties the cheeseweaver to its mammalian ancestry: the webs are actually made of modified milk, and further taken to a bizarre extreme thanks to the fermentation and action of several species of symbiotic bacteria living in their mouths and plays a special role in the females.

In both sexes, these bacteria aid in an immune and digestive function, but in females, it contains just the right ingredients to make its silky webs. As daggoths rear their young for only a few days before they leave them, they produce particularly thick and concentrated milk rich in nutrients for their young, with high levels of protein to facilitate their quick growth. This feature is repurposed in this particular species, as when female cheeseweavers lactate, they do so shortly prior to birth, then use their long forelimbs to scoop up the creamy mixture into their cheek pouches. Here, the bacteria begin their work, separating out the proteins into a thick, stringy, and stretchy material after a period of at least 1-2 days that then, piece, by piece, the cheeseweaver female then pulls from her mouth in ropy threads and spins into a cocoon with her four pairs of fore-digits, stretching and spinning and weaving it in a disconcertingly arachnid-like manner into a protective pouch. Once finished, she inserts her rear end into the pouch, births anywhere from six to twelve tiny young each barely 4 millimeters long, and finishes it with a second layer of fibers to safely seal them inside a permeable shell that allows them to respire, as, at this point, the almost-embryonic young breathe entirely through their thin, vacularized skin that directly absorbs oxygen, as their lungs are not yet fully developed.

Once her job is finished, the female cheeseweaver conceals the cocoon with a lick of saliva that masks its scent and firms its adhesion to the surface, and then wanders off with no further care. She can spin several such cocoons during the breeding season, bearing her offspring in batches. The young, in turn, develop safely inside the cocoons, hidden away from predators that hunt mostly by scent. Inside, she has packed into the cocoons as well a rich reserve of the thick, fatty milk, semi-solidified to a soft, jelly-like consistency, to serve as a food source for the developing young. It is during this period that her symbiotic microbes again play an important role: they produce antimicrobial excretions that ward off pathogens and harmful bacteria that may infest the milk and harm the young, but which are tolerated by the beneficial bacteria that are then ingested by the young and become symbionts of them in turn. Once their teeth are fully matured, at the age of about two to three weeks, the young chew their way out of the cocoon and, after consuming the remainder of the empty husk, emerge out into the world, skilled hunters from day one that first practice on microscopic invertebrates before graduating to a diet of bigger insects as they progress toward adulthood.

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And one final late-Spectember entry before schedule conflicts take over again. Sorry again to those who expected much content for Spectember, I hope you don't mind irregular random posting.

[hmslusitania]

See I think when corporatebusinessspeak people refer to “company culture” they think they’re talking about culture in the sense of social customs and the ties that bind a people together

But what they’re actually talking about is the bacterial growth you get in a lab setting when you’re trying to diagnose an infection to make sure you get the right antibiotic to kill it dead

[howtofightwrite]

How realistic is it for someone to survive getting jumped with sticks, and surviving with a finger fracture, that is later treated with surgery. What sequence of events would allow this to happen ? Setting is XVIIIth century France, and the character's hair is long, thick, curled and pomaded and powdered, which means his skull would get some cushioning.

So, this a whole set of different components, and taken together there are some issues.

The two most unrealistic details are probably surviving surgery, and their wig remaining on their head through the attack.

It's pretty reasonable for someone to survive getting jumped by attackers armed with sticks. There's a lot of ways this can go, and it's not a good situation to be in, but this isn't certain death unless the attackers really know how to get the most out of their weapons.

Even if the fight goes badly, if they survive without serious internal injuries, they could probably recover.

I'll admit that I have a modern bias, but surgery in the 1700s was a horror show. A large part of this was because of bacterial contamination wasn't understood until the the mid-19th century. Even while observing the best practices of the time, minor surgery, such as repairing a fractured finger were significantly more dangerous. In fact, with this scenario, it's quite plausible that they'd simply end up with a permanently mangled finger after the attack. If they did seek surgical assistance, there would be a very real risk of bacterial infection and death.

That leaves us with the hair or wig. The eighteenth century is near the end of the peruke (the powdered wig) as a fashion accessory in French culture. Popular culture (especially films) tend to dramatically over-represent the peruke and its ubiquity. These could be quite expensive and fragile. While some have survived, they are quite difficult to preserve. These were most often seen among the nobility, and courtiers, later filtering down into the merchant class. These wigs were not something that everyone wore. More than, the tradition of the powdered wig in France effectively died as a result of the French Revolution, because it was heavily associated with the aristocracy.

The peruke was easy to dislodge during strenuous physical activity. So, if your character was actually wearing a wig, then that would probably be lost (and potentially damaged) during the scuffle. Your character may be able to retrieve it after the fight if their attackers leave them there. For what it's worth, I think this is a good detail to be aware of and consider, just for the verisimilitude of your fight scenes. Lose articles of clothes or other carried items might be lost or damaged during combat, and it can help ground the fight as an actual event in your story rather than a disconnected interlude.

There was a practice of wearing powder directly in one's hair rather than on the wig. Again, in France, this was tied to the aristocracy, and the practice died with the French Revolution. In England it went out  of fashion with the 1795 Guinea tax on hair powder, and by that point powdered hair had connotations of callous wealth.

All of that said, I don't see a powdered wig, or powered hair, offering much protection from blunt force trauma. As anyone who has ever run their head into a solid object can attest, your hair makes for poor armor. It's great as thermal protection, and this was also true of the peruke, but it's not going to save you from a club to the head.

So, how realistic is it? That's really hard to say. There's some parts of this that aren't at issue, and others that are a little questionable. Could it happen? Sure. Can you get away with writing it? That depends on how well you can sell the chain of events. Ultimately, the realism will depend on how believable you can make the chain of events.

-Starke

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[soup-spoonie]

Looks like I have the trifecta again... Covid, thrush and strept C all at once. Viral, bacterial, and fungal infection FTW 🙄... 'Tis the season to be reminded that being immunosuppressed can really suck sometimes.

[p0intnem0]

I was hungry for completion

And I feared I would never feel full.

There is a neverending urge of consumption acting famished in my gut, bacterial infection gnawing on every single debris of who I was. Shattered pieces of my previous selves I dug up from the land of the past, devoured; cadaver of a younger person I swore I never loved, chewed. It is an indefinite search for cure in the carcass of who I once was. Treatment, I always hoped laid in the rotting bones of who I rejected yesterday, I could never find. In Golgotha, where Christ heaved his last breath, I found my first; in Nazareth, where he was born, I sighed my last. And I am every place in the world, biblical and blasphemous, sacred and taboo—deep and shallow; contradictory. Therefore, it is in me where I would breathe my first and cry my final; I am the thesis and the conclusion, here they exist in the body.

It's this greed for something greater I should learn to gobble up and tear into pieces, bury in my intestines and make it fear me instead.

It's always been a humorous concept to me: the irony I harbor, because after the time I've learned that I carry a sickening consciousness, I've searched for the summary of myself; justification through words, labels that would make me full; any kind of songs and books that would leave me feeling complete. But aside from death, what would finalize me? Aside from my last blink, my final breath, what would complete me?

In this case, I am the mother and the father, and at the same time I am the child. I am done trying so hard to make the kid I once was adhere to the standards of society, to gain a label and be something greater like the other people I grew up having around me, when all I wanted was to be free—liberated to choose, to think, to move. And now, it's upon my hands, to take a path and learn a way to be freed from this inherited starvation that ran down too many generations, made too many bodies felt ill. It's upon me now to cut whatever umbilical cord tied me with this famine.

I won't eat myself to keep this malignant hunger full.

[itsallmadonnasfault]

Let’s get this out of the way: She looked great. Sure, we could talk about Madonna’s face — about how we require aesthetic perfection from women, demand they stay frozen in amber after 40, then become cruel if they try too hard to maintain the appearance that’s tied to their economic and cultural value — but it’s actually the least interesting thing about her. And if that’s what you wanna talk about, you clearly were not at her Celebration Tour at Chase Center in San Francisco on Tuesday night, because if you had been, the only thing you would say about Madonna’s appearance is: Bitch looked great.

Even more impressive? This show was rescheduled from October, because the whole Celebration Tour was postponed for six months after a bacterial infection put Madonna in a medically induced coma for several days. Then she got better, got back to rehearsals and went on the damn tour, because she’s Madonna.

KQED

[crtter]

My cat Quiche caught a bacterial ear infection somehow while I was spending time at my sister’s house and I returned home to see he had a swollen puffy ear. He’s already doing much better but I just wanted to say that the treatment the vet gave him (along with the meds of course) was giving him a temporary “earring” made out of a tied IV bag tube so his ear won’t build up fluid anymore until it heals fully. The world’s first punk cat.

[marabarl-and-marlbara]

hi mara,

i feel a deep and bittersweet connection to the way that you relate the nature of the 'sinistral,' their material nature, eventual annihilation, separation from the righteous, and betrayal at the false promises of the right-hand. except, i'm right-handed. i sincerely do not believe that i'm promised any kind of absolution or subsumption into the body, yet according to what you've written, i must be. i'm 'dextral.'

this might sound very silly, but i also have amblyopia, meaning my left eye is significantly stronger and more acute than my right. is that relevant? the first time that i heard sinister and dexter in reference to chirality was in the optometry terms, and the asymmetry of my vision has been extremely significant in my life. i don't know if it means anything but i'm very curious to hear your thoughts.

hi jennycrisis;

need you feel connection or favor for faith to take place? i:d been thinking about this today: that faith might best be found in places that go against our wants or favors, that the further one slips away from deeper loves (the types of loves that a person is want to make exception for; ie: (writing like a scientologist disconnectionist) you might want to hold on-to your family and closest friends, but is that what the faith asks of you? or are you asking the faith to bend to your want?), the further one is driven into DESPERATION!, and somewhere in that state is where faith must exist where all-else has become barren and withered.

where the bacterial will has its strongest hold is in consideration of relationship and connection; i fault daily in pursuit of perfectly adhering to the will and etiquette that faith would ask of me: as i hold that, may-be i am absolutely terrified of death, of annihilation, of the strengthening light of Doomsday overhead finding more ways to creep over me in my room; may-be i have found myself in some gross belief that has led me to lovelessness and that i ought to drop it and pursue CONNECTION! and embrace the love of others as they offer it to me; my dear mom, my few friends i (sinfully) make exception for as-though it were a lesser sin for me to grandfather in relationships; occasional music, even. yet there is some part of me so tightly bound to faith that never do those thoughts pass without the chasing thought of "these desires i have are just confusions against the will."

a life born of spirit will die as spirit and become yet immortal, despite these feelings temporary; a life born of earth will die as earth and become yet lost to the pit sloughed down deep within that place where the potter had marred his first creation in favor of the successor; the fear of death and desire to live does not dissuade death from honoring its covenant with us; nor heaven; nor sheol.

the eye and the hand: this is background detail in the silly little Gracecon story i wrote tied around a silly background detail about the first prophet May of The Great Confusion (succeeding The Great Controversy), leading to sight of the garden with which the potters discards and successes (us persons left and right, holding residue and liquid respectively) and the knowledge of a true technology with which the illusion and garden each may be bridged and the test of material can be ascertained: as-is: the assessment of chirality is imperfect and based off of earliest preference for handedness as closest accurate 'tell' of this material. as stupid and simple as it is; chirality (may-be inaccurately used here; but preference for left/right) expresses itself through eyes and brains and hands and feet and such-and-such, but somehow through bizarre common cultural contexts 'we' popularly always go by the hand.

take care; some sermon notes for you.