There’s a book called, “I Contain Multitudes” by Ed Yong. It’s about the human biome: bacteria and other microbes living symbiotically within us. We may even move and act according to the insistence of our biological partners. What? And I thought I was in charge..
We’re made of so much. On a biological level, and on another level. One that isn’t seen or touched or smelled. The place that is infinitely quiet and patient, waiting for us to realize the grandeur of ourselves. Hormones and lack thereof woke me up, on many levels.
Visible, Invisible, the world cannot exist without both.
Rumi