Recently, a team of chemists working in cryo-electron microscopy won the 2017 Nobel Prize in Chemistry for their photos of human cells working at the atomic level. http://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo-way/2017/10/04/555524708/nobel-prize-in-chemistry-honors-views-of-human-cells-at-the-atomic-level
Things like this fascinates me and is even mentioned, somewhat, in my last novel, “Murder in Rock & Roll Heaven.” Since I borrowed from Jain Cosmology for those micro-cellular explanations, it does give gravity to a religion deeply rooted in science and not superstition. Nevertheless, without getting religious myself, it’s interesting that photography can become so finite now. It’s probably only a matter of time before they’re able to snap pictures of karmic matter which, again, Jains believe obfuscates knowledge by binding to the soul. Tres cool.
I don’t do it, but apparently, many do around the world. You see them everywhere – outside the malls, outside the grocery stores, standing on street corners, sitting beneath the protruding glass and concrete awnings of metropolises everywhere; you can’t miss ’em. They’re beggars. They want your money for food, for beer, for drugs, for a bus ticket back home (so they say), for whatever. I’ve never looked at them with disdain; however, I never did give them money because I felt they’d just use it for drugs and, if they really were hungry, they’d hit up a food pantry somewhere.
The Writings of an American Author 