English: a longing for something or somewhere which no longer exists, to which you can no longer return; the longing for the lost homeland of your ancestors, which you know only through blood and tradition, and will never feel under your feet
English: ladybird
Welsh: :) :) :) :) :) :)
English: look, you literally just made fun of me for my lexical limitations, why are you -
Welsh: little red cow :)
English: aw :)
Welsh: :)
There may be a day I do not reblog this post but today is not that day!!!
English: raisin
English: Come on French, isn’t raisin a word in you vocabulary?
On the one hand, WHOA THAT’S COOL. I love medical studies on pain.
On the other hand, OH SHIT THAT’S BAD.
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“Normally, when a protein named vascular endothelial growth factor-A binds to the neuropilin receptor, a cascade pathway that leads to the feeling of pain ensues. However, the binding of the SARS-CoV-2 virus to this receptor leads to a reversal of the typical pathway, causing the inability to feel pain.
In other words, the asymptomatic carriers of the coronavirus will not be able to feel pain, thus leading to a lack of visible symptoms, such as a fever, cough or sore throat, that people associate with a COVID-19 experience.
Khanna has been studying those ion channels – specifically voltage-gated calcium and sodium channels – and the proteins and signaling pathways that activate them for more than 15 years, according to the press release.”
That is…very interesting. And pretty scary. And potentially really cool to explore in fiction, the idea of pain relief via deliberate infection with a GMO virus.
This is a basic fact of the universe, simple and immutable. The sun is shining, the wind is blowing, the cat is in the way. The world is spinning, the atomic structure of the universe is decaying, the cat is the way. The faithful pray, the apostate condemn, and the cat is in the way.
How is the cat always, inevitably, unavoidably, in the way? When did we get a cat, anyway? How did that cat get in here? Hey, is anyone willing to take responsibility for this cat? Can someone tell me whose cat this is?
No.
No, no one can tell you whose cat this is. No, no one is going to take responsibility for that cat. No, no one let the cat in, and the cat is in the way because it is the nature of cats to be in the way. If the cat were not in the way, something much more terrible than the cat might rise in its absence. The cat occupies space to ensure that the space is occupied, because the space will be occupied, whether it is by the cat or by something far more terrible. The cat is doing you a favor. Do not count the cat’s eyes. The cat’s eyes are none of your concern. The cat can see you. Isn’t that enough?
Isn’t it enough that the cat is being generous enough to protect you from the terrible thing that would be looking at you with some uncounted number of eyes if the cat were not there? Isn’t it enough that the cat is soft, and the cat is purring, and the cat is in the way?
Isn’t it enough?
Let it be enough.
The cat loves you. The cat will love you even into the void. The cat will forgive you for your frailties, and the cat is in the way.
The cat is always in the way.
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Artist Lee Moyer (The Doom That Came to Atlantic City, Starstruck) and author Seanan McGuire (Middlegame, Every Heart a Doorway) have joined forces to bring you icons and stories of the small deities who manage our modern world, from the God of Social Distancing to the God of Finding a Parking Space.
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Don't give up. Unless you have to for a little while. Then don't panic. CONTAINS: Star Trek, Dungeons and Dragons, Critical Role, History, Current Affairs, Space, Cats, and Etc. Adult.
