“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate beings condemning them to spend their lives in search for their other halves.”
~Plato’s The Symposium.
This is one of the most beautiful stories I’ve ever had the pleasure of viewing.
jacks-trouble-in-my-tank-top asked: Hi Hank, So my friend and I were discussing the tumblr post that says 'If you weigh 99 pounds and you eat 1 pound of nachos, you are 1% nacho' and how it's not true, but we couldn't figure out why it's not true. Could you help?
I don’t know the post you’re talking about…but it depends on the definition of “you.” If it’s just everything that’s inside of the space enclosed by your skin, then you would indeed be 1% nacho in the moment after eating a pound of nachos.
However, the nachos are not “you” in that they aren’t your cells, and they don’t have your DNA. Though, that would also go for the bacteria that you contain, which make up about 3% of our mass, and all of the interstitial water that isn’t enclosed by your cells (I’m guessing another 20% or so)
However, in an interesting way, your digestive system is kinda not “inside” you. It is very much a tube of outside that runs through our insides. It’s a long and complicated tube, and our body has a lot of control over it, but we’re all kinda just long doughnuts with a mouth on the top and an anus on the bottom.
So, in that way, the nachos are never really “in” you. Molecules of fat and carbohydrate and protein will be absorbed, but the nachos are “outside” of you until they’re broken down into something that is definitely not nacho before being absorbed.
"we’re all kinda just long doughnuts with a mouth on the top and an anus on the bottom."
A few days ago I posted this on reddit as part of a longer post and I know it’s going to sound cheesy, but it felt good finally putting this out there. I had never admitted this to anyone, except my mother as you will read.
And then the thoughts that ran through my head when I was really young start creeping back. When I was in fourth or fifth grade, I had become curious about death. I didn’t want to die, but I was curious about what it felt like to be dead: how still your body was, whether you felt weightless or not, not being able to see or hear your surroundings, etc. There were a few moments, I admit, when I would just close my eyes, lie on the ground and exhale as much air out from my lungs to see if I could experience that sensation. My curiosity got to the point where I started plotting different things in my head; I remember specifically a running car in the garage being one of them. Soon those thoughts, initially sparked by curiosity, would just not go away. It started to scare me as I realized that at the age I was and how often they crossed my mind, it was not normal. I finally broke down and admitted to my mother what was going on in my head. I’m not a deeply religious person, but I remember my mom holding me as I cried just telling me to pray for those thoughts to go away. It took some time, but they finally did vanish. That was the last time I remember really praying and not just reciting something.
Those thoughts had again started to plague my mind over these past few years, but since posting this they haven’t once popped into my head.