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Support Aeon Donate now As a student of neuroanatomy, I was provided with a human brain in a half-gallon tub. Our lab manual depicted a brain in situ, half-exposed in the head of an aged Irishman cut open along the midline, where his part might have run.
We sketched coarse outlines to label in Latin and Greek. In an exam, we might find pins in the pons and medulla, in their minor partitions. We might be asked to diagram the flow of information as a child touches a hot stove then withdraws her hand in a thin sliver of a second.
This is the allure of neuroscience: At 21, I was overwhelmed and enthralled. Roughly a year later, I joined several graduate students for an afternoon spent kicking our way through ankle- and waist-deep waters, seining for tiny varieties of fishes.
We were led by an ichthyology professor who was opinionated and clever. He taught me how to hold the seine, placing my hands on the posts in proper position, tilting them so the net could billow behind me. He showed me how to move through the water to drive fish into our net.
And despite my ignorance, he addressed me with deference. I kept this thought to myself. We could not have anticipated that we would discuss his strange question and our awkward silence for the next 20 years.
Perhaps we have become too easily ashamed of our wonder. We have performed meta-analyses of brains lit with love and desire. And when we have these maps, these intimate geographies, what then?
While walking on a Japanese beach at the end of the 19th century, the Scottish doctor Henry Faulds found pottery fragments that bore impressions from the fingertips of prehistoric craftsmen.
Contemporary pots made by similar methods revealed finer details and alerted him to the minute variations of the human hand. Faulds made similar records of the intricate ridges of fingers and palms, noting the variety of patterns he observed among the digits of his friends and colleagues.
Faulds published his observations inin an article that proposes the use of handprints in criminology. He suggested printing furrow patterns onto glass in different colours of ink, so the superposition could be projected by magic lantern.
Impressions recovered from soot or blood could be used to incriminate or absolve a suspect. A mutilated, headless body could be identified. In response to his publication, Faulds soon learned that Sir William Herschel had used fingerprints for the identification of Bengalese prisoners and pensioners.
InGalton compared the arches, loops and whorls that define the central, bulbous part of the fingertip, the triangular spaces where ridges converge, their infinite permutations.
Galton estimated the probability of two fingerprints being identical at approximately one in 64 billion. Apparently, it matters so little exactly how the ridges of our palms and fingers are arranged that there are more ways to make a fingerprint than there are fingers. Fingerprints seem to have become metonyms for identity by evolutionary accident.
For every spike in voltage there was a small but predictable increase in pleasure With so much variety, it is telling when something remains constant.
If you move your finger over an object in most directions, the object will run roughly perpendicular to these ridges, allowing friction to tug on each ridge as though toppling a wall.
This central, bulbous part of your fingertip also contains the finest, densest set of ridges. You can see this if you follow your finger a short distance toward your palm, where the ridges become progressively wider.
It is no coincidence that the ridges are finest, most centred on the part of your finger that first makes contact with an object.
It is also where the nerve endings that sense touch are most dense.Touching the Earth- bell hooks “But there are no palm trees on the street, and dishwater gives back no images” "Living close to nature, black folks were able to cultivate a spirit of wonder and reverence for life".
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The perfumed flowers are our sisters; the deer, the horse, 'the great eagle, these are our brothers.
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