The Joy Of Seeing Your Gooey Innards
I love going to the radiologist. It's a physicist's favorite doctor gig. After all, where else do you get to see the inside of your body? And if you're doing an ultrasound, like I was last week for some pain in my ankle (just in time for hiking season), then you even get to see the squishy, sticky, bony interior of YOU in real time.
Sometimes the ultrasound technician doesn't want to deal with my nonstop questions:
But usually the techs are pretty happy to explain what's going on, and I'm grateful to them. It is, after all, pretty strange to be living out our lives in these soggy bags of bones and organs. We think of ourselves as separate, higher beings with concerns above and beyond this mundane physicality. But a few minutes with the ultrasound and it's pretty clear what a miracle these bodies really are.
With that in mind, I offer you one minute and 18 seconds of embodied cosmic weirdness. It's an MRI of baritone Michael Volle singing Wagner's "O du, mein holder Abendstern" (Oh Thou, my fair evening star). It's both beautiful and gross at the same time, which is exactly the point. Even our highest aspirations are always grounded in the raw stuff of the world.
We are goop, even as we yearn to be gods.
Adam Frank is a co-founder of the 13.7 blog, an astrophysics professor at the University of Rochester, a book author and a self-described "evangelist of science." You can keep up with more of what Adam is thinking on Facebook and Twitter: @adamfrank4.
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