Thanx Domerians
Thanx to matth, Sas, Joshua and Helen for being part of the construction of our beautiful dome, pics soon. Peace C: xxxoooxxx
Dome building tommorow
Dome workshop
2a Mitchell st
Northcote
Joint Hassles
1pm start
Tea and Buscuits provided
sunday
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A nanotechnologist has created the world's smallest and most plentiful smiley, a tiny face measuring a few billionths of a metre across assembled from strands of DNA. Dr Paul Rothemund at the California Institute of Technology can make 50 billion smileys, each a thousand times smaller than the diameter of a human hair, with his technique. DNA has long been known for its versatility as a microscopic building block. The molecule can be 'cut' using enzymes and reassembled using matching rungs in its double-helix structure.
The King of Gaps
There lived, I know not when, never perhaps-
But the fact is he lives- an unknow king,
Whose kingdom was the strange Kingdom of Gaps.
He was lord of what is twixt thing and thing,
Of interbeings, of that part of us
That lies between our waking and our sleep,
Between our silence and our speech, between
Us and the counciousness of us; and thus
A strange mute kingdom did that weird king keep
Sequestered from our thought of time and scene.
Those supreme purposes that never reach
The deed -between them and the deed undone-
He rules, uncrowned. He is the mystery which
Is between eyes and sight, nor blind, nor seeing,
Himself is never ended nor begun,
Above his own void presence empty shelf.
All He is but a chasm of his own being,
The lidless box holding not-being's no-pelf.
All think that he is God, except himself.
Pessoa
But the fact is he lives- an unknow king,
Whose kingdom was the strange Kingdom of Gaps.
He was lord of what is twixt thing and thing,
Of interbeings, of that part of us
That lies between our waking and our sleep,
Between our silence and our speech, between
Us and the counciousness of us; and thus
A strange mute kingdom did that weird king keep
Sequestered from our thought of time and scene.
Those supreme purposes that never reach
The deed -between them and the deed undone-
He rules, uncrowned. He is the mystery which
Is between eyes and sight, nor blind, nor seeing,
Himself is never ended nor begun,
Above his own void presence empty shelf.
All He is but a chasm of his own being,
The lidless box holding not-being's no-pelf.
All think that he is God, except himself.
Pessoa
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