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Brain Hemispheres. ø The right hemisphere is dominant at artistic, perceptional visual-spatial tasks. (Painting, drawing, designing) The left hemisphere is dominant in calculation and language. (Communication, problem solving) ø Post-stroke damage to right hemisphere can cause indifference and apathy. Post-stroke damage to left hemisphere is likely to lead to depression. ø #NYCells #interlinked #ny #nyc (at New York City Subway)

ø a sight to behold. | “Reflecting ourselves in the blood of all the beings we slay Misunderstand each other, out of control we remain There is a mystery, we're facing a sight to behold This is what we make of the world, we throw everything away | The way we all behave is not understandable It is so sad to see the wealth of our planet fade away We all behave like children, taking off the head of our teddy bear to see what's inside, taking, not giving back We drain the oceans and suck all the blood out of the soil We spend the time we have left fighting and killing each other Lust for comfort, entertainment becomes an obsession And there is so much time to kill | The way I see things is so simple The fact I'm walking standing on this land Exhausted is the realm of nature, friends are dying The living creatures on our side The way I see myself so confused so sophisticated I have to stay away from me But I still don't get the point What's worth destroying all the worlds Try not to get it anymore ...” ø Written by Joseph Duplantier ø This week on Kenya ‘Sudan’ the last male Northern White Rhinoceros died, there are only two females left in this planet. This is another species that existed thousands of years ago before humanity and once again wiped out due to mankind’s greed and vacuity. | Sudan’s photo belongs to Ami Vitale @amivitale from @natgeocreative ø #NYCells #interlinked #withincellsinterlinked #animalsasleaders #gojira #whiterhino (at Susquehanna River)

"Cheer up," he said; he cupped her sharp, small chin in the palm of his hand, lifted her head so that she had to face him. I wonder what it's like to kiss an android, he said to himself.  Leaning forward an inch, he kissed her dry lips.  No reaction followed; Rachel remained impassive. As if unaffected. And yet he sensed otherwise. Or perhaps it was wishful thinking. -“I wish,” Rachel said, “that I had known that before I came. I never would have flown down here. I think you're asking too much. You know what I have? Toward this Pris android?” -“Empathy,” he said. -“Something like that. Identification; there goes I.. My God maybe that's what’ll happen. In the confusion you'll retire me, not her. And she can go back to Lima and live my life. I never felt this way before. We are machines, stamped out like bottle caps. It's an illusion that I—I personally— really exist; I’m just representative of a type.” she shuddered. He could not help being amused; Rachel had become so mawkishly morose.  “Ants don’t feel like that,” he said “and they're physically identical” “Ants. They don’t feel period.” “Identical human twins they don’t—“ “But they identify with each other; I understand they have an empathic special bond.” ø Fragment of Chapter 16 of “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?” By Philip K. Dick ø #NYCells #interlinked #withincellsinterlinked #nyc