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Pigeon paramyxovirus (PPMV1)
هذا فايروس يصيب الطيور، غالبًا الحمام، يسويلهم هواي مشاكل بس أغرب وحدة هي الـ torticollis أو الـ neck twisting. تلكة ركبته منحنية على جهة وحدة بطريقة تضحك.
يكلك أُصول الفايروس هي من الشرق الأوسط، غالبًا من العراق، ومنه انتشر للعالَم.
يكلك أُصول الفايروس هي من الشرق الأوسط، غالبًا من العراق، ومنه انتشر للعالَم.
Forwarded from محمد حامد علاوي
بس اني مو مطيرچي يعني😂
بس جنت عايش بمنطقة شعبية بيهه هواي مطيرچية وتعلمتهه منهم
بس جنت عايش بمنطقة شعبية بيهه هواي مطيرچية وتعلمتهه منهم
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يمنا بالحلة يگولون هاي بيها دوزة
يمنا بالحلة يگولون هاي بيها دوزة
The mystical is whatever that evades specific language and evades the mind. It can only be described with approximations, because it is a matter of the heart. Its subject is the most private of human experience. Its subject is "the beetle in the box."
That's why any scientific description of love feels poor and fails to describe the essence of it even though it is "scientifically" legitimate and complete; because love is a human experience and can only be approached poetically, literarily, and experientially. Science can explain the endorphins and dopamine surge during intimate physical contact, but it can't capture the experience, the feeling, of a woman's arms embracing you by the neck or the touch of her hands on your face. This is what is mystical.
Science describes thermodynamics and weather, but it can never capture the warmth of a winter sun or the fresh cold breeze of summer nights. Not because science did not "discover" these things yet, but because these things lie outside the domain and scope of science.
Science describes thermodynamics and weather, but it can never capture the warmth of a winter sun or the fresh cold breeze of summer nights. Not because science did not "discover" these things yet, but because these things lie outside the domain and scope of science.