The science of having no answers
Almost everything in the universe is made of something nobody has identified. Physics treats that as a frontier and funds it. The same sentence, said about a woman's symptoms, gets her sent home. This post is about both, because they turn out to be the same sentence with different consequences.
Art & Evolution
Evolution is not sentimental. A species living at the edge of survival does not casually develop an elaborate reward response to marks on a wall. Every calorie spent grinding ochre is a calorie not spent on food, shelter or a child. So why has no human population ever been found that does not make art? Four serious answers, one of which starts somewhere you will not expect.
Mind Wanderings
You spend nearly half your waking life thinking about something other than what you are doing. Most of that is not good for you. A specific slice of it is where your best ideas come from, and the difference between the two is not luck. It is a set of conditions you can arrange, if you have the spare capacity to arrange them.
Art & Longevity
I love art so much it moves every fibre of my being. Recently I started wondering what that phenomenon in my body actually is, when I look at art I love and art I don't. Both provoke a sensation. It turns out both have been measured, and the difference between them is not one of degree. Your brain changes the category.
Stem Cells
I fasted past 72 hours once. My back hurt the whole way through, and afterwards it felt like a different back. That sent me into the stem cell literature, where the real finding turned out to be stranger than the supplement ads: your repair crew does not fade slowly. It collapses at around seventy. And in the female body, one of the hormones maintaining it withdraws two decades earlier.
Starting Cycle Tracking
A friend asked me over dinner how she should start tracking her cycle, and I opened my mouth to answer and realised I was about to overwhelm her. So I stopped. Here is the only thing you have to do to start — and it fits in one sentence.
Estrobolome
For years I treated my bloating like a crime scene, and food was always the suspect. Gluten one month, dairy the next. What I kept missing was the timing — it wasn't my plate, it was the conversation between my gut bacteria and my estrogen.