" When we heard at first that [John Brown] was dead, one of my townsmen observed that "he died as the fool dieth"; which, pardon me, for an instant suggested a likeness in him dying to my neighbor living. Others, craven-hearted, said disparagingly, that "he threw his life away," because he resisted the government. Which way have they thrown their lives, pray?...I hear another ask, Yankee-like, "What will he gain by it?" as if he expected to fill his pockets by this enterprise. Such a one has no idea of gain but in this worldly sense. If it does not lead to a "surprise" party, if he does not get a new pair of boots, or a vote of thanks, it must be a failure. "But he won't gain anything by it." Well, no, I don't suppose he could get four-and-sixpence a day for being hung, take the year round; but then he stands a chance to save a considerable part of his soul,--and such a soul!--when you do not. No doubt you can get more in your market for a quart of milk than for a quart of blood, but that is not the market that heroes carry their blood to "
- Thoreau, on the death of John Brown
If 2-chloro-butane could speak
C1: Top of the morning to you two-chloro-butane!
C2: Most formal greetings to you dear Sir!
C1:. Pray, your resemblance to myself has quite taken me aback – are we related?
C2: Yes yes! Our resemblance is quite striking isn’t it? I see you’ve dressed your #2 carbon quite like mine with four distinct groups, we seem to be two chiral gentlemen.
C1: Is that a chlorine dash I see?
C2: Haven’t you heard? Wedges are old fashioned, I do pride myself on staying updated on the latest organic styles, but if you have a wedge, does that make you an R or S?
C1: Let me check my identification enantiomer card dear chap.
Oh dear I am an S – on account of the lower hydrogen group being placed in the back – I looked so young in those days, the counter clock-wise order of the groups is so obvious.
C2: Oh – so I must be an R since I am the opposite. Care to talk more over fish and chips?
C1: Most absolutely! However I wish to drop this dialect. Shit’s def poppin off at 4PM at benzene’s. 3Chlorobutane may swing bye – it’s going to be epic. Drop the sir crap if your coming, lets make tonight totally beast
C2: I got you
What is this invisible space before us? Without its translucence you could not now be reading my words, and this morning you and I would’ve risen to a dark labyrinth.
What is this “air”? The ‘experts’ say this space has molecules – those of nitrogen – some argon – some sulfur. They say things are in it, continually bouncing with intrinsic pressure?
Reader, speak now! – grumble! (blah)
The invisibleness now personally spoke to you. Without those atoms of oxygen – that atom near your ear which vibrated in secret code to your eardrum – and whose code was then translated into electrical brain activity – wouldn’t have happened, it is entirely owed to that pressure.
Imagine Neil Armstrong jumping off Apollo eleven, about to speak those immortalized words without a helmet (ignore his head exploding). He jumps down – he does his bouncing – and says… “ “.
That’s what he says – the atoms in outer space are too spread out for that mystery we call sound.Let us see those invisible helpers we so ignore.
Ah yes – here’s oxygen – what one philosopher called ‘the elixir of life’
Ah and here’s nitrogen – more abundant in her air numbers than oxygen our friend, but what is in abundance is no longer precious.
Ah argon, what can we say about her that hasn’t already been said?
These 3 “men” of the infinitely small are examples of those hence forth this blog will now study, and shall catch others like them – like butterfly catchers, and analyze their wings of influence. For now it is enough to ponder these men who fill the environment before us, who are here now, were here before, and who will be here after we expire.
Think! – Napolean breathed one when he won at the Danube. One saw the assassination of JFK – another the first leap down from the trees of our ancestors – another oxygen molecule had front row seats to Franklin flying his kite – another was in the room when Thomas Jefferson signed that “deal of deals” where most of the western continent (and that land currently beneath those Californians feet) was made for mere pennies. Who knows where the oxygen molecules I just inhaled have been? I feel used – like my organs are a brothel – but they give me life – so I guess it’s a deal.
My apologies first off –the author has had an abrupt change in his situation – but the lamp of science must burn. Henceforth, topics covering the world before us will center around another universe – that of the infinitely small.
Though appearing nerdy and some-what trivial – you must understand that the nature of disease, the path to increased lifespan, the ultimate answer to the question ‘what is everything before me truly made?’ is grasped and studied by looking at this window.
Prepare yourselves dear Readers, to investigate this world with me like a modern worker of the gallows:
We shall arrest those secrets that lie before us now hidden, torture them for more answers about this world’s deep mysteries, and then hang false theories and their profiteers, who search for answers in this world for personal gain.
Read on dear Friend – for answers to riddles so orgasmic now await.