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Human Genome

a cadaver is laid down on a cold dissecting table; to study all about life, an anatomist ponders which organ to be excised for examination without bias he decided to use a median value of the life from normal curve within +/-1 sigma area after a thorough examination of the body the anatomist who is still breathing decided to excise the heart, which never was stopped until the cadaver breathed his last breath; and the brain’s layer after layers of good and bad memories, caused from good and evil thoughts or his behavior while he was alive inside his heart was contaminated from all kinds of waste and that’s why it made difficulty in breathing; on the surface, so many big and small cut outs and stab wounds all overshadowed by the immorality of the mundane world it makes you want to turn your face away from it the brain is no difference, after chopping the skull, the anatomist carefully pulled the brain out, unfolded and examined every nook and corner of the brain. the connected cobweb-like thought’s narrow passageway consisting from all kinds of chemistry symbols; it was, found to be a lump of fossilized DNA so fragile that just a little touch of the hand would make it crumble at the time when the pulverized fossil blown in the air carried by a gust of wind, started to release an overpowering stench so disgusting that nauseates the sniffer; however, as you sniff more and more, it becomes sweeter and finally enraptured the sniffer. and after all the mysterious aroma thus becomes powerful enough to delude you into pretense that you bear a charmed life, thereby dragging you to stand at the edge of a deadly cliff if a day of life is entangled with so much oddity and complication, there won’t be any better and simple life beyond death, yet the grotesquely structured brain wanted to look into the world beyond as ever

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