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todaynewsguru · 2 years
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Health News dragon fruit enhance digestive system know advantages lak
Health News dragon fruit enhance digestive system know advantages lak
Health advantages of dragon fruits: Generally folks take into account dragon fruit to be a fruit from China however it’s not so. Although the origin of dragon fruit is first believed to be in Mexico, however today it’s grown in numerous components of the world. Dragon fruit grows on a cactus named Hylocerus. It seems to be like a pink bulb. dragon fruit Food is wealthy in vitamins. There are many…
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moreorlessinsidious · 6 years
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Bizarre is one way to describe hundreds of thousands of defense mechanisms found in nature-- everything we see today is here as a direct result of it.  It’s either an endogenous process where it emerges as a retaliatory response or we entice something else in the environment to facilitate that process on our behalf-- from ants that explode on contact to seemingly benign nettles that can take down any organism hundreds of times its size from a casual brush by.  
Charmingly, the potato beetle covers itself in its own feces, sure to quickly distract from that brilliant orange sheen.   Vultures, as ugly as their bald, misshapen heads are, prevent an onslaught of bacterial overgrowth and infection to the surrounding ecosystem.  That clean, unsightly head ensures a full cleanse of the carcass and all biohazard waste-- truly, we would be more susceptible to plagues and illness in some areas without them.  Oh, and some flat out vomit if they’re hunted in the midst of enjoying their own meal.  Some leaves, sensing an impending predator, will change their chemical composition  in order to taste disgusting and force their now-confused predator to starve-- as they’ve alerted other surrounding, connected leaves to engage the same action.  The assassin bug wears an armor made of dozens of ant bodies.  Cacti, as if it isn’t already made clear of their capacity to cause harm, can present you with a painful, hallucinogenic adventure where you're confronted with every fear and nightmare from your childhood before paralysis sets in.  Even then, there’s a good chance you will still sense every moment of that insidious poison fucking up your sense of time and space.  Enlightenment likely does not occur.  
One particular cactus, the hylocerus undatus, produces a familiar, exotic dragon fruit whose exact origin we’re still not clear about.  It can be a chore to access, the skin is thick and rather annoying to get through.  Its spines are long and foreboding if you’re careless.  They produce beautiful, big flowers that smell of rich vanilla, but only at night.  Otherwise, it’s a real c*nt of a plant.  
We as humans, as diverse as we are, don’t exactly have as many overt defense mechanisms-- although I know a few people that have, unfortunately, used vomit and sharp objects as one (usually failed) strategy.  Fecal matter is a different subject.  
We have others-- large buildings and communities to contain our space and ward off the vulnerability of nature in open space.  We have tools.  Fire.  We can manipulate our environment, so much so, that there isn’t much to adapt to anymore-- and yet, we haven’t adapted and adhered ourselves to emotional pain as much as we do our screens and the transitory pleasures of life.  
I notice a correlation between doing more as we avoid more.  We’ve developed odd behaviors to prevent that soft underbelly of attachment issues from erupting and threatening psychological harm; harm that is comparable to feeling like an infant being snatched from the still-vulnerable confines a mother’s grip.  Some of us bust our ass to fight against that vulnerability more than others at their detriment using defense mechanisms that serve to eventually betray its master.  Sometimes, it takes years to develop those, and other times, all it takes is one devastating incident.  
When you meet individuals that seem bitter, hardened, sarcastic, cynical, impervious to your charms, impossible to penetrate with good intentions and care, seemingly vomiting all over your time and flinging the excrement of their past straight in your face, you have to stop and wonder-- how much have they been hurt?
Rest assured, whether they’re conscious of it or not, it’s all from a place of utter fear of exposure, risk of loss, and irreparable damage.  At some point, there truly are desires to let you in and enjoy a softer moment while wondering what it would be like to hold it a little longer; however, some of us will only bloom at night and will bear fruit for those willing to stick around.  Even then, there’s a chance it rotted.  
You don't have to fix them.  You’re not required to rescue them nor take any of it on and understand.  It’s in your own defense mechanisms to avoid such people in order to avoid the stinging nettles that their rejection can bring up for you (of course, having nothing to do with you in the first place).  
But do ask, how did it get to that point?  What was compromised?  Who failed to provide safety and betrayed a promise to assure love and acceptance when they were most exposed and trusting?
If you ARE willing to practice patience, openness, compassion, a chance to sit with them through the night to see what will bloom if it does, they’ll fragrant your life as much as anyone else and produce just as rich of an experience.  You’ll be stung in the process, more than likely-- but you could adapt and so can they.  
It pays to consider what we need people to be patient with within ourselves, to consider what brought us to where we are when those pesky, seemingly reflexive reactions and deceptively-benign behaviors break through when we’ve been hurt.  It pays to consider that of others as well who seem to reject every well-meaning gesture and connection in such a standout way.  They’re sometimes beacons on their own island for our own unresolved pain.  
Curmudgeons, nihilists, cynics, pessimists, pariahs, agitators, individuals that seemed to have given up long ago that appear to have composed haptic sensations and bonded them to emotional damage...we all still bloom.  There’s still sweetness, tenderness, warmth, gentleness, and love beneath that calloused, prickly skin.  Not all are meant to or want to tolerate it-- and that’s okay.
However, the night does promise a spectacular, ethereal encounter for those that want to stay a little longer and can be patient.  Sometimes, the sky isn’t the only thing to willing to open up if the temperature is right.
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