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Man Creates The First Ever Leaf That Turns Light and Water Into Oxygen

"If humanity hopes to realize its dreams of exploring the stars, we’re going to need to find ways to recreate life on Earth aboard a spaceship. Simply stockpiling enough vital supplies isn’t going to cut it, which is what led Julian Melchiorri, a student at the Royal College of Art, to create an artificial biological leaf that produces oxygen just like the ones on our home planet do."

YES. Let’s get off this planet, shall we? 

Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: ‘It’s not where you take things from - it’s where you take them to.’
Jim Jarmusch (via observando)
When faced with a radical crisis, when the old way of being in the world, of interacting with each other and with the realm of nature doesn’t work anymore, when survival is threatened by seemingly insurmountable problems, an individual life-form — or a species — will either die or become extinct or rise above the limitations of its condition through an evolutionary leap.
 Eckhart Tolle (via purplebuddhaproject)
Empathy isn’t just something that happens to us—a meteor shower of synapses firing across the brain—it’s also a choice we make: to pay attention, to extend ourselves. It’s made of exertion, that dowdier cousin of impulse. Sometimes we care for another because we know we should, or because it’s asked for, but this doesn’t make our caring hollow. The act of choosing simply means we’ve committed ourselves to a set of behaviors greater than the sum of our individual inclinations: I will listen to his sadness, even when I’m deep in my own. To say “going through the motions”—this isn’t reduction so much as acknowledgment of the effort—the labor, the motions, the dance—of getting inside another person’s state of heart or mind.

This confession of effort chafes against the notion that empathy should always arise unbidden, that genuine means the same thing as unwilled, that intentionality is the enemy of love. But I believe in intention and I believe in work. I believe in waking up in the middle of the night and packing our bags and leaving our worst selves for our better ones.
Leslie Jamison, The Empathy Exams (via wordsnquotes)

In a certain sense, the concept of horizon is anti-humanistic, for it does not suppose that ethical action is wholly conscious or wholly self-originated. On the contrary, the concept of horizon emphasizes that the self and its world interpenetrate at every point. There is no part that is purely self or purely world. It may well be the case that both reality and the self are social constructs; that is, who I am and what I imagine the world to be like are constantly being shaped for me by the society of which I am a part. My world is not wholly distinguishable from the twentieth-century educated American world; my self is not wholly distinguishable from the social groups in which I live and move and gain my being. It is truer to say, not that I am I, but that I am you. You and those others whom you represent tell me in countless ways who I am. We others shape each of you.

The experience of nothingness arises when we consciously become aware of—and appropriate—our own actual horizons. What once seemed fixed and steady dissolves. What seemed certain, necessary, and stable suddenly seems arbitrary and unfounded. We do not know who we are. Yet we keep inventing ourselves. We continue to throw up symbols against the dark reeling formlessness in which we seem to be adrift, like space ships whose rockets no longer fire, whose direction can no longer be controlled. It has become part of the human condition in our time, at least for those who attain a consciousness that is increasingly communicable, to face the formlessness of nothingness. It is the task of ethical reflection today to make such formlessness its starting place. That nothingness cannot be evaded. Fidelity to it, moreover, liberates, instructs, and delights. In comparison, the pursuit of happiness that we used to share seems pallid, dehumanizing, and sickeningly destructive.

Michael Novak, The Experience of Nothingness (via heteroglossia)
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