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Soldier Side - System Of a Down
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The Art in Biomedical Research: Brain, Heart, and Lung Communication
Both glutamate and nitric oxide play an important role in transmitting cardiovascular and respiratory signals between the brain, heart, and lung. This butterfly shaped figure is an image of a rat spinal cord showing the distribution of three types of glutamate and nitric oxide synthesizing enzymes. Understanding the action and interaction of glutamate and nitric oxide in the nervous system could lead to better treatments for cardiovascular diseases such as hypertension and heart failure. This work is supported by NIH funding from the National Heart, Lung and Blood Institute.
Credit: FASEB 2012 Bio-Art Winner - Li-Hsien Lin
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—Prophet Muhammad (via unbearablevastness)
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“I love science, and it pains me to think that so many are terrified of the subject or feel that choosing science means you cannot also choose compassion, or the arts, or be awed by nature. Science is not meant to cure us of mystery, but to reinvent and reinvigorate it.”
-Robert M. Sapolsky
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Yes, yes, yes. Yes.
People think you have to pick and choose between science and creativity, or in my case, science and faith. And we don’t have to. It doesn’t have to be a fight to the death between the two.
“Within us is a little universe.”
- Carl Sagan, Cosmos
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A friend of mine once told me that the worst thing you can do to yourself is to make a mistake, and then to brood about it later. And at the time, I brushed off this advice. But sometimes when I’m alone with my thoughts, I think about that day she asked to please avoid regrets. And that is very interesting to me, especially in the situation I find myself in now.
In a society where we have people singing about “you only live once” and to live everyday like it’s your last, there’s a problem. And the problem for me is that I’ve taken that to heart a few times.
Now, in some senses, we should live everyday like it’s our last. We wouldn’t want to leave behind grudges, or bad feelings. We wouldn’t want to die without letting our loved ones know how much they mean to us. We wouldn’t want to die knowing we didn’t give enough credit to our faith and our beliefs. And so in some ways, yes, live like today it’s your last day. But do not fall into the pitfalls of so many. Making choices based on the mentality that “I will only get the chance to experience this once” will prove to be some of your worst choices.
If there’s anything I want my sisters or friends to avoid like the plague, it’s that mentality; that you should do whatever you want and rationalize it with YOLO. Well sure. Go ahead and do what you want to do. Ultimately, I find that whenever people want to do something, they will do it no matter what. They will find a way somewhere, somehow to justify the things they do. And if that justification is that, oh I’m young. I need to get it out of my system, I need to live a little, I need to have fun, just stop for a second and think ahead.
You do not want regret. You just don’t. I’m telling you, you really really really don’t. And I’m not saying don’t take a few risks every once in a while. Go ahead and try something new and risk failure. Make new friends, change your hair, do your math homework in pen. Whatever. Those types of risks are pretty harmless. But the most terrible feeling in the whole world is looking back at something you just wish you didn’t do. I always here this quote that says,
“Don’t have regrets because at one point it is exactly what you wanted.”
No. That’s not how it works. Sometimes you do things and you regret them. You really do. And for lack of a better word, it sucks. Because if you’re like me, you sit, and you brood. There’s no other word for it. You brood, and feel sad, and unhappy. And you will think, why did I do this to myself? This wasn’t worth it. I wish I could go back. But you won’t be able to, and you’ll hate yourself for it. And that’s really not something you want.
I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul,
The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with
me,
The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate
into new tongue.
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I am the poet of the woman the same as the man,
And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man,
And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.
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Sometimes it feels like it’s just too much – these fluctuations in our iman, the repeated sinning, the feeling that “I just don’t deserve Allah’s mercy.” The tests always feel like punishments. There is a constant worry about the future: my marriage, my money, my career, my Ummah
—Deer Dance
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