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And my tired brain came up with "how about if it's killable?"

Now maybe I'm super tired but a definition of life being if it's killable works. You can't kill a piece of glass. But you can kill bacteria.

Basically after an injury that leaves Garak paralyzed, his body keeps failing. He keeps crashing. And every time, Julian brings him back. Julian tells Garak he is fighting for him, that he wont let him leave and that Garak needs to fight too. And Garak does.

Of course, in the end Garak doesn’t get any better and he signs a dnr (whatever the star trek equivalent is) so that Julian can finally let him go. He talks to Kelas about it, about how he isn’t giving up. He is making a decision that Julian should make but isn’t in a place to do it yet. Garak is giving him a reason to stop.

Julian is obviously upset when he finds out, he feels like Garak is just giving up, that all the fighting Julian did was for nothing. And then Garak calls Julian selfish.

Julian sees letting Garak die as breaking a promise to himself, to be a healer, to keep fighting for Garak. But if he keeps bringing Garak back, keeps him on the edge, he is failing the person he loves most.

Julian was so focused on stabilizing the next crisis and then the next one, hoping that Garak’s body would remember how to heal. Julian eventually says: “I assumed that because I wasn’t ready to let you go, you weren’t ready to leave.”

yes, i also have a lot of crazy ideas that i believe and i see and hear things that aren't there and sometimes i start freaking out because i think someone close to me died when they're perfectly fine or that someone's coming to kill me or that my pets have been replaced with alien creatures, but i'm also a person with a life and a childhood and friends and i am not a threat to anyone.

and i'm here. on tumblr. on youtube. in real life. i can see and hear what everyone says about people like me. and i'm fucking tired of it.

Just let them have a silly-away-mission-cuddling&nap-in-a-cave, Sisco!

You do not understand

Most modern Ag operations don’t even have a proper A-Horizon. They’re too busy turning the earth every time they replant. The A-horizon is the Black Gold that makes Soil Soil. It’s a structurally complex soil horizon that must be built in place by the interactions of Plants and Fungi and Insects. It is The Thing that soaks up rain and holds onto it for plants. The A-Horizon is The Thing that builds up when you let a field sit fallow. The act of tilling creates fecundity by breaking up the A-horizon. On a really good Organic no-till farm you might find an A-horizon between 3-6 inches.

His A-horizon was 4 feet deep. 50 inches.

I-

I have no context. His farm was covered in a living skin thick enough for a child to stand in.

Gives me hope for what we could accomplish if we got our collective heads on straight, you know? Like. This was one guy. A brilliant man, who knew what he was up to, but. The thing about brilliant ideas is they can be shared.

Humus, or Humic Compounds, are a cryptic and poorly understood set of organic substances. As the final metabolic result of once-living things being digested first by macroscopic organisms, and then by microorganisms, they resist most forms of analysis, and have cryptic structures. A few that we have managed to isolate and study are the Humic & Fulvic Acids.

Humus has a number of remarkable tendencies. It is capable of retaining water far better than any raw mineral clay; it also retains electrically charged clay granules, which themselves retain mineral ions, all of which is essential to make a soil a high-quality resource for Plants to grow in.

A composter is a box that contains an environment that is conducive to the production of Humus, but the best way to produce it is in-place, by laying layers of organic material down over an unbroken earth and growing things out of that. The interaction of the plants rooting, the fungus weaving itself through everything, the bacteria and archaea metabolizing as they do, and inorganic weathering forces all combine to gradually build up the microscopic equivalent of a complex megastructure capable of retaining far more water, and containing far more nutrients, than any inorganic substrate.

This stuff is black gold. This is the stuff that determines whether or not a plot of land is going to be “productive.” The knowledge of how to make it, how to care for it, is an essential piece of wisdom that our civilization needs to remember.

Fortunately, folks seem to have the right response:

Farmers are more important to the continuity of civilization than administrators, no matter what the elitists say. This knowledge is important.