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'City of Stars' (Duet ft. Ryan Gosling, Emma Stone) - La La Land Original Motion Picture Soundtrack

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бодол сэтгэл минь үх

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бодол сэтгэл минь үхдэлээс ялгаагүй болж үхлийн өмнө сэтгэгдэл болж хувирсан бодол харцны эгшиг дээрээ хөнгөн бүжиглээд үзий

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олдохгүй дууны цуурай

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будлиантай олон жилийн дундуур шулуун амьдарлын алдааг харуулах гэж тууш замаар гүйсэн

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будлиантай олон жилийн дундуур шулуун амьдарлын алдааг харуулах гэж тууш замаар гүйсэн

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гүйлтийн минь эрчээр

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гүйлтийн минь эрчээр нэмэгдэх дулаан

хөлийн минь хурдаар дотрыг минь түлэх халуун

муухан өдөр өнгөрсөн ч мандах нарны төөнөх элч

өдрийн эрчийг чадахаараа л авна хүйтэн салхитай энэ замаас

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ганцаардал гэдэг гай

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ганцаардал гэдэг гайхалтай бэлэг сайн ч биш муу ч биш хувийн харцаараа өөрийн агшиндаа бүгдийг харах гэдэг өөрөө бусдын дунд чимээгүй алхах хэлбэр

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живж байгаа мэдрэмж 

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живж байгаа мэдрэмж доошлох тусам ганцаардлын чимээгүй амьдрал

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одоо хар унш сонс ха

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одоо хар унш сонс харц бодол минь сэтгэгдэл болж сэтгэлийн дохиураар бичиж сууна бичиж байсан цаг хугацаа урсгал шиг өнгөрнө амьдралтай хамт харц нэг хоёр бодол минь нэг шат хоёр шат цагийг урсгал шиг хугацаатай ардаа өнгөрөөж улам бүр урагш довтолно

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хар дархад хөдлөхгүй

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хар дархад хөдлөхгүй ч халуурах чихэнд худал шивнэхэд хөлөө солбиж зүүдэндээ нэг алхана

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ганц олдох амьдарлын

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ганц олдох амьдарлынхаа уруу нуруу алхаанд айл гэрийн нуруу болохоор өөрийгөө онцлоогүй

ганц олдох амьдарлынхаа алхааг эм хүний хань байя гэж онцлоогүй

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Visit http://www.thefirsttree.com to sign up for a one-time email when the game is released. From the creator of Home is Where One Starts... comes The First Tree, a third-person exploration game centered around two parallel stories: a fox trying to find her missing family, and a young couple dealing with a tragedy in theirs.

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Уран зохиол 

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Уран зохиол болоод уран сэтгэлгээ нь төсөөллийн ертөнц, сэтгэлийн чанадад үл хүрэх агаад нүдний урьд харагдах бодит амьдралаас тусдаа байв ч үл салах нэг ёртөнцтөх хүний мэдрэмж сэтгэхүйн хүлэгдмэл байдлаас хаана ч хүргэж болох нэгэн зүйл түүнийг авч үл болох, харилцан хөдлөгтөх түүхийг

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хичээш хэрэгтэй ч хичээл зүтгэлийн мөч өөрт таатай байвал илүү дээр гэмээр

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харанхуй луу орсоор нэг л мэдэхэд юу ч үл харагдах болж гармаанд байсан шүдэнзээ зурж асаалаа бүх дуу чимээнээс холдож анир чимээгүйд тайван байдлыг мэдэрсэнч энэ орчинд түнэр харанхуй бүрхэж харанхуйд ганцаардан асах ганц галтайгаа  урагшлан алах тусам сэрүүн татан эхлэж хөлийн чимээ ч үл сонсогдон хаашаа явахаа үл мэдэн зогссоор байтал модны навчис салхинд исгэрэх сонсогдож эхэллээ

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салхины урсгалаар сонсогдох энэ чимээ энэ тэнгэрийн байгаа энэхэн төрхийг яалтачгүй сануулах мэт

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Dwayne Johnson - You're Welcome (from Moana/Official Video)

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A grown-up neighbor in the English village of my childhood told stories about angels that sat upon our shoulders and fairies that lived in her snapdragons. Like the other kids, I searched her flowers for a glimpse of the sprites, but agnosticism imbibed from my parents quickly overruled this innocent play. Yet there was magic in my neighbor's garden and I had seen real angels on her lawn: little stalked bells that poked from the dew-drenched grass on autumn mornings; evanescent beauties whose delicately balanced caps quivered to the touch. By afternoon they were gone, shriveled into the greenery. Does any living thing seem more supernatural to a child than a mushroom? Their prevalence in fairy tale illustrations and fantasy movies suggests not. Like no other species, the strangeness of fungi survives the loss of innocence about the limits of nature. They trump the supernatural, their magic intensifying as we learn more about them.

Once upon a time, I spent 30 years studying mushrooms and other fungi. Now, as my scientific interests broaden with my waistline, I would like to share three things that I have learned about the meaning of life from thinking about these extraordinary sex organs and the microbes that produce them. This mycological inquiry has revealed the following: (i) life on land would collapse without the activities of mushrooms; (ii) we owe our existence to mushrooms; and (iii) there is (probably) no God. The logic is spotless.

Mushrooms are masterpieces of natural engineering. The overnight appearance of the fruit body is a pneumatic process, with the inflation of millions of preformed cells extending the stem, pushing earth aside, and unfolding the cap. Once exposed, the gills of a meadow mushroom shed an astonishing 30,000 spores per second, delivering billions of allergenic particles into the air every day. A minority of spores alights and germinates on fertile ground and some species are capable of spawning the largest and longest-lived organisms on the planet. Mushroom colonies burrow through soil and rotting wood. Some hook into the roots of forest trees and engage in mutually supportive symbioses; others are pathogens that decorate their food sources with hardened hooves and fleshy shelves. Mushrooms work with insects too, fed by and feeding leaf-cutter ants in the New World and termites in the Old World. Among the staggering diversity of mushroom-forming fungi we also find strange apparitions including gigantic puffballs, phallic eruptions with revolting aromas, and tiny "bird's nests" whose spore-filled eggs are splashed out by raindrops.

Mushrooms have been around for tens of millions of years and their activities are indispensable for the operation of the biosphere. Through their relationships with plants and animals, mushrooms are essential for forest and grassland ecology, climate control and atmospheric chemistry, water purification, and the maintenance of biodiversity. This first point, about the ecological significance of mushrooms, is obvious, yet the 16,000 described species of mushroom-forming fungi are members of the most poorly understood kingdom of life. The second point requires a dash of lateral thinking. Because humans evolved in ecosystems dependent upon mushrooms there would be no us without mushrooms. And no matter how superior we feel, humans remain dependent upon the continual activity of these fungi. The relationship isn't reciprocal: without us there would definitely be mushrooms. Judged against the rest of life (and, so often, we do place ourselves against the rest of nature) humans can be considered as a recent and damaging afterthought.

Some people may find my third point more controversial. Mushrooms demonstrate, quite convincingly, that gods are figments of the hominid imagination. Carefully designed experiments with psilocybin, the hallucinogenic alkaloid from species of Psilocybe mushroom, show that spiritual feelings of kinship with something greater than oneself, mystical experiences, and other nebulous phenomena can be induced by this single chemical. Participants treated with psilocybin in a recent study at Johns Hopkins University described feeling closer to God. After ingestion, psilocybin is converted into psilocin. Psilocin is remarkably similar in chemical structure to serotonin and when it reaches the brain it docks with serotonin receptors, upsets the normal functioning of the neocortex, and can conjure deities from thin air. Belief in God has no more substance than a mushroom dream.

To sum up: life on earth depends on mushrooms, humans wouldn't have evolved without mushrooms, and mushrooms afford formidable support for the nonexistence of God. That we are manufactured from stardust, rescued from disorder by the big reactor in the sky, and destined to diffusion, is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. And while mushrooms are everywhere and will outlive us by an eternity, what marvelous and unlikely fortune to be alive at this moment!
Featured Image Credit: 'Red Fly Agaric Mushrooms', Photo by Lichtwerk2, CC0 Public domain, via Pixabay.

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What mushrooms have taught me about the meaning of life | OUPblog

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Once upon a time, I spent 30 years studying mushrooms and other fungi. Now, as my scientific interests broaden with my waistline, I would like to share three things that I have learned about the meaning of life from thinking about these extraordinary sex organs and the microbes that produce them.

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just trust mushroom love it

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cute immortal

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