have you ever stopped to think about the way you touch something? the perceived sense of touch i guess i mean. it's an interesting concept really, that we all THINK we're actually in contact directly with anything. i'm pretty sure this stems from lingering discussions over an episode of known universe, but it has my brain stirred this morning. much like my espresso. it's bizarre really. that the field from the electrons repelling each other keeps you from ever truly touching anything. that sensation is just forces on your nervous system. the force is called the Coloumb repulsion if i read that correctly, well, that electromagnetic force defined as coloumb repulsion (and no i won't cite sources, it's too early. fuck, i shouldn't be sciencing this early.) philosophical or existential almost right? our bizarre reality. and it got us thinking about the next part, so essentially, the only combined biological fusion could be when the sperm and egg connect; atoms actually meeting and undergoing an enormous energy release: when two things ACTUALLY meet. http://www.nature.com/nchem/journal/vaop/ncurrent/full/nchem.2133.html the above is to a link to the summary of a paper entitled 'Quantitative mapping of zinc fluxes in the mammalian egg reveals the origin of fertilization-induced zinc sparks' underneath is the youtube link. watch. kinda looks like a mini sun when all the zinc atoms are released, does it not? http://youtu.be/gJ-p-oI0XJQ anyway, i snuck in another demo instrumental called 'the very same fluid...' as a companion piece in the male form to our demo 'quiver.' i guess quiver was mean to be the act and then the next 'movement' so the speak, tongue in cheek, would be the trip ummmm....'inside' as genetic material. the visualization i had for the longest time was the trip down the tubes, moments of conception etc etc, then i realized QOTSA did that for their video 'go with the flow'. and they did it much better, soooo i'll leave you with the music instead while visions of ovums dance in your head. or sperm. or sugarplums, or whatever your trip is.