On the stillest of days the perceived calmness is an illusion. We are steeped, at all times, in a relentless bombardment of supersonic gas molecules. That chaos is a driving force in the molecular mechanics of life's machinery.
On the stillest of days the perceived calmness is an illusion. We are steeped, at all times, in a relentless bombardment of supersonic gas molecules. That chaos is a driving force in the molecular mechanics of life's machinery.
All this propagation talk... I'm tempted to cut some branches off that tree for propagation purposes....
