The Science of Life

Starting this blog with a poem seems appropriate, since I am a poet.  The second post will be my introduction post. :) These Magic Little Things Who am I? This is what she wants to know. Because I have shielded myself from her that thoroughly that well. So I look at her, deep in her eyes, and I tell her this: “When you were first told about these strange little things called atoms, you can't quite comprehend their existence. Something that small, with so much empty space. And when they come together, magical things can happen. And that you are made of these magical things. Everything that makes you... you. Made of these magical little things. “Well, ever since I was a small boy, before anyone ever told me of these strange little atoms and the magical things they do, I could feel them inside of me. Tiny little molecules in my veins, reacting at the lungs with other molecules, flowing through my veins until they get to the muscles and orga...