A twinkling tale of buds

Originally posted on Perpetual Motion of Thought:
With much joy  the grand old yeast said to her daughter, “Look above my little child, see those even stars that toil at night till oblivion, quietly twinkling now and often, with a heart of its own; Responding humbly to the earthly stimuli with its incessant winks;” A remarkable similarity indeed to our microscopic world; regarde, regarde mon… Continue reading A twinkling tale of buds