“I am science.” By Julia at her desk

Thursday October 18, 2018
5 minutes
From a text

I have been reborn so many times
And what is that?
Spirit or dream or science?
Cells regenerating
Becoming strong
Becoming soft
Who do I thank for the new eyes,
New hands, new voice?
Do I thank me? Thank me for being here and all the in between?
I am here because of me and yes
I believe that but I believe in
so many things
The power of distance
The strength of a good night’s sleep
A heart ache that takes a year to stop aching
I am nothing and I am time
Infinite tomorrow
And a million yesterdays
I thank time for being here
And for being me
I am everything and I am
Science and spirit and dream

“I am science.” By Sasha at her desk

Thursday October 18, 2018
5 minutes
From a text

For centuries, human beings thought that they were more science than miracle, more flesh and bone than story and wish. Only now, when everything’s wearing thin, when the music on the radio is no longer a revolution, only now, are we waking up to miracle, story, wish, fire, fuel, hunger, so much more.

Men in musty suits shake their shaggy eyebrows at the army of good, the army of anger. The seed was planted a long time ago. The tree grows.