[Obama’s] words will be little consolation for 8-year-old Nabila, who, on Oct. 24, had just returned from school and was playing in a field outside her house with her siblings and cousins while her grandmother picked flowers. At 2:30 p.m., a Hellfire missile came out of the sky and struck right in front of Nabila. Her grandmother was badly burned and succumbed to her injuries; Nabila survived with severe burns and shrapnel wounds in her shoulder. Nabila doesn’t know who Mr. Obama is, or where the Hellfire missile that killed her grandmother came from. — The Forgotten Victims of Obama’s Drone War (via theamericanbear)
I remember once imagining what my life would be like, what I’d be like. I pictured having all these qualities, strong positive qualities that people could pick up on from across the room. But as time passed, few ever became any qualities that I actually had. And all the possibilities I faced and the sorts of people I could be, all of them got reduced every year to fewer and fewer. Until finally they got reduced to one, to who I am. — The Weatherman (via headandstomachached)
Conceptualizing organisms (including ourselves) as dynamic molecular systems rather than discrete objects “containing” some ethereal “life-force” is made difficult by our social conditioning (re: “souls,” etc). People seem to think that scrutiny of living systems, e.g. the reduction of an emotional reaction to its physiological components, somehow threatens the beauty of the system. But I have yet to find anything in biology that loses its beauty just by being examined.
Murren and valley view from Mannlichen (by Ed Coyle Photography)
Nineteen mosquito bites and counting.
(Source: sittingovation, via basedlainexvx)