Inflating a set of cat lungs. (via arsanatomica)
Lungs are by most accounts mundane. Everybody has them, few give it much thought. But sequestered within darkness of the chest cavity, enveloping the fluttering heart, there’s a incredible wonder to this oddly inflatable organ.
Dissection is a destructive process. Rudely excised from membranous mooring and nourishing vessels, the deflated lungs appear little more than bloodied meat; amorphous and exposed…….until a breath of air unfurls its secret glory.
Here, a set of cat lungs is inflated with a straw. Comprised of hundreds of millions of microscopic air sacks called aveoli, Mammalian lungs harbor air capacity that is difficult to believe unless seen. The color of the entire organ lightens into a soft pink, as each microscopic sac fills with air.
This set of animations really shows the beauty and wonder found in the simple act of breathing. To inspire and expire, to maintain and prevent collapse of these delicate airways and sacs is a remarkable process.
Listen to me, you can’t fix people.
Your love won’t make him stop hating his father;
and your devotion won’t cure her of her childhood.
All you can do is be there; violets sprouting out
from your ribs, acceptance on your lips, your own
wounds still bleeding and all you can do is be there.
And sometimes that’s enough, sometimes that’s everything.
I love when you become so close with someone that you can see parts of each other in one another and you begin to say the same things and steal lines from one another and have a similar sense of humor and can exchange an inside joke with just a glance you don’t even have to talk because you have such a strong connection with them and you can sit in comfortable silence but also talk for hours it’s really hard to find that kind of compatibility