You've seen these little wheatgrass stands. Usually there is a blender, an overly-energized server in an apron, and a decorative little plot of earth with bright green grass growing straight up out of it with therectitude of a marine drill sergeant's crew cut.
Since we’re trapped on this rock a scant 93 million miles from this bipolar nuclear neighbor, we’ll just have to find a way to make the relationship work. There are ways to partake of the sun’s glory without turning our skin into burlap. Let’s talk.
Your microbiome plays a weirdly large role in your mental and emotional life by way of the so-called Gut-Brain Axis. You can thank those 100 trillion helpful bacteria down there in your basement. Feed them! Care for them! *Sing to them! (*This third suggestion is not backed by science and should in any case not be done in a public place).
Nature found it convenient to equip plants and mammals with these same disease-fighting protein triggers. Strange and heartening news—and more proof that plant-vs-human horror movies are home-wreckers. Looks like you owe your Philodendron an apology.
Sinatra never sang about the large intestine—not that we know of. But like Frankie's beloved NYC, your gut is a crowded microbial metropolis whose tiny and pugnacious citizens exist quite contentedly down there. Rents are low, traffic is more or less orderly, and when ne’er-do-wells show up to bring disease and disorder, our bacterial buddies swarm and conquer. Thanks to Inulin.
