sábado, 14 de março de 2009

The Art of Being

[Museum of Fine Arts, Boston]

"What makes us human, and what makes each of us our own human, is not simply the genes we have buried in our base pairs, but how our cells, in dialogue with our environment, feedback onto our DNA, changing the way we read ourselves. Life is a dialectic. For example, the code sequence GTAAGT can either be translated as instructions for the amino acids valine and serine; or it can be read as a "spacer", a genetic pause that keeps other protein parts an appropriate distance from each other; or it can be read as a signal to cut the transcript. Our DNA is defined by its multiplicity of possible meanings; it is a code that requires context.
(...)
The best metaphor for our DNA is literature. Like all classic literary texts, our genome is defined not by the certainty of its meaning, but by its linguistic instability, its ability to encourage a multiplicity of interpretations. What makes a novel or poem immortal is, paradoxically, its complexity, the way every reader discovers in the same words a different story. (...) The same book manages to inspire two completely different conclusions. But there is no right interpretation. Everyone is free to find their own meaning in the novel. Our genome works the same way. Life imitates art.!" (Jonah Lehrer)

Walking...





Gosto de caminhar pelas ruas. De não ter destino. De descobrir as surpresas que poderei encontrar ao atravessar uma nova rua.
Gosto de me sentir anónima no meio da multidão. De, temporariamente, não ter nome, apesar de me sentir única. Gosto de apreciar todas as cores e todos os cenários. Todos os sons. Gosto de cruzar o meu olhar com o das pessoas que caminham na rua. Adivinhar-lhes as histórias. Observar os seus rostos. Devolver-lhes um sorriso.
Gosto de caminhar pelas ruas... De sentir o movimento da vida e do tempo. De observar a dança frenética das cidades. De ser mais uma história no meio de uma multidão de histórias, enquanto a vida prossegue a um ritmo imparável. Just walking...

Where are we going?

(Future will tell...)

Life is not a clock, it is a cloud...

...Karl Popper said.


Ziguezagueando no caos da imprevisibilidade e da incerteza, assim nasce a individualidade... e a ciência!

Oh no... It's snowing again!

... But I'm happy!

Charlestown, Boston (02.03.2009)