When we get sick, our bodies launch a coordinated defense. 

It's called the immune response. Once a germ's detected, a team of white blood cells, proteins, and chemicals swarm to mount an attack. These cells catch up to the invaders and latch on, destroying them in their wake. 

Or at least that’s what they're supposed to do. 

The body's ability to come back depends on what you have to fight with and how strong you are.

 After we've been sick or hurt, our bodies remember. We learn from the past and develop tools to help us cope. 

Basically, the more we go through something, the better we can handle it if it happens again. Our bodies are prepared to bounce back.

 Or so we think. 

Sometimes an unknown throws the whole thing off.

 

Everybody does stupid things, 

it shouldn't cost them everything they want in life

 

We all make mistakes, 

and we all pay a price

There is no such thing as the last straw. There is only hay.

Unoccupied space will never cease to change simply because nothing forbids it to do so.

for as leaves are to limbs, so are your words to your soul.

 

she still cannot resist looking out the window every couple of minutes.

The sound of a passing truck causes her to glance away.

Even if there is no sound, the weight of a hundred seconds always turns her head.

 

Myth makes Echo the subject of longing and desire.

Physics makes Echo the subject of distance and design.

Where emotion and reason are concerned both claims are accurate.

And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love.

There is only science.

 

Losing the possibility of something is the exact same thing as losing hope

and without hope nothing can survive.

 

For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were.

You'll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you.

Worse, you'll realize it's always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room.

But you won't understand why or how.

 

You shall be my roots and I will be your shade, though the sun burns my leaves. You shall quench my thirst and I will feed you fruit, though time takes my seed. And when I'm lost and can tell nothing of this earth you will give me hope. And my voice you will always hear. And my hand you will always have. For I will shelter you. And I will comfort you. And even when we are nothing left, not even in death,

I will remember you.

 

Little solace comes to those who grieve when thoughts keep drifting as walls keep shifting and this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves moments before the wind.

 

Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience.

It is not about feeling good.

It is about endurance.

Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati.

It does not mean to flow with exuberance.

It means to suffer.

 

In a recent experiment, scientists observed that single human cells in a petri dish will actually seek each other out and adhere to each other to form new connections.

When cells team up, they become stronger. They thrive and evolve and eventually become something bigger than their single cells ever could have been.

We are an extension of our cells. Just like them, we are programmed to find others, to reach out for one another and find nourishment and love. Like our cells, we're not meant to be alone. 

So once we find each other, try not to let go.