GOOSEBUMP EVOLUTION

Goosepimples are a remnant of our evolutionary predecessors. They occur when tiny muscles around the base of each hair tense, pulling the hair more erect. With a decent covering of fur, this would fluff up the coat, getting more air into it, making it a better insulator. But with a human’s thin body hair, it just makes our skin look strange.Similarly we get the bristling feeling of our hair standing on end when we are scared or experience an emotive memory. Many mammals fluff up their fur when threatened, to look bigger and so more dangerous. Humans used to have a similar defensive fluffing up of their body hairs, but once again, the effect is now ruined. We still feel the sensation of hairs standing on end, but gain no visual bulk.
Source: theguardian.com

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” If the road is easy, you are likely going the wrong way. ”
-Terry Goodkind

To His Coy Mistress

Had we but world
enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were
no crime.
We would sit down, and
think which way
To walk, and pass our
long love’s day.
Thou by the Indian
Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find; I
by the tide
Of Humber would
complain. I would
Love you ten years
before the flood,
And you should, if you
please, refuse
Till the conversion of
the Jews.
My vegetable love
would grow
Vaster than empires,
and more slow;
An hundred years
should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy
forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore
each breast,
But thirty thousand to
the rest;
An age at least to every
part,
And the last age should
show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve
this state,
Nor would I love at
lower rate.
But at my back I always
hear
Time’s winged chariot
hurrying near:
And yonder all before us
lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no
more be found;
Nor, in thy marble
vaults, shall sound
My echoing song; then
worms shall try
That long-preserved
virginity,
And your quaint honour
turn to dust,
And into ashes all my
lust:
The grave’s a fine and
private place,
But none, I think, do
there embrace.
Now therefore, while
the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like
morning dew,
And while thy willing
soul transpires
At every pore with
instant fires,
Now let us sport us
while we may,
And now, like amorous
birds of prey,
Rather at once our time
devour
Than languish in his
slow-chapped power.
Let us roll all our
strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into
one ball,
And tear our pleasure
with rough strife
Through the iron gates
of life:
Thus, though we cannot
make our sun
Stand still, yet we will
make him run.

ANDREW MARVELL (1621-1676)

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“Most people don’t realize that successful and unsuccessful people do not differ substantially in their abilities. They vary in their desire to reach their potential. The way they reach that potential is through commitment to personal growth.”- John C. Maxwell

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“Every man has forgotten who he is. One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star.
Thou shalt love the Lord thy God; but thou shalt not know thyself.
We are all under the same mental calamity; we have all forgotten our names. We have all forgotten what we really are. All that we call common sense and rationality and practicality and positivism only means that for certain dead levels of our life we forget that we have forgotten. All that we call spirit and art and ecstasy only means that for one awful moment we remember that we forget.”
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