Apparently mycorrhizae (associations of fungi with plant roots) can link different plants and allow movement of nutrients between them. It’s known as the wood wide web.
-Exorcising Laplace’s Demon, Dresden Codak.
I’m not sure what the demon is integrating but it looks insane.
‘Traversing the Luminiferous Aether’ and ‘Dungeons and Discourse’ are pretty amusing as well.
Psychophily: pollination by butterflies. I didn’t know that the greek word for butterflies was psyche.
Obviously the butterfly gardens are full of psychopaths then. The zoo should probably hire a few psychiatrists to help the poor butterflies.
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For he is our childhood’s pattern,
day by day like us he grew;
he was little, weak and helpless,
tears and smiles like us he knew.
and he feeleth for our sadness,
and he shareth in our gladness.
day by day like us he grew;
he was little, weak and helpless,
tears and smiles like us he knew.
and he feeleth for our sadness,
and he shareth in our gladness.
-Once in Royal David’s City
Follow in his way.
-God be in my head
What an excellent prayer.
-Pictures for Sad Children
A chi-square test would be nice.
How cute.
The Banach-Tarski theorem. The explanation (click the picture!) feels quite understandable.
This much, O heaven—if I should brood or rave,
Pity me not; but let the world be fed,
Yea, in my madness if I strike me dead,
Heed you the grass that grows upon my grave.
If I dare snarl between this sun and sod,
Whimper and clamour, give me grace to own,
In sun and rain and fruit in season shown,
The shining silence of the scorn of God.
Thank God the stars are set beyond my power,
If I must travail in a night of wrath,
Thank God my tears will never vex a moth,
Nor any curse of mine cut down a flower.
Men say the sun was darkened: yet I had
Thought it beat brightly, even on—Calvary:
And He that hung upon the Torturing Tree
Heard all the crickets singing, and was glad.
-A Prayer in Darkness, Chesterton.
I think it’s quite a good reminder that many things that appear to be vexing are quite inconsequential, and that human anger is mostly impotent. This is apparent in the final portion - Creation doesn’t stop singing of the glory of God, even when men hate His name or forget Him in a haze of vain rage.
Helium balloons!
