Hair is an outgrowth of protein, found only on mammals.[1] It projects from the epidermis, though it grows from hair follicles deep in the dermis. Although many other organisms, especially insects, show filamentous outgrowths, these are not considered "hair". They are more like whiskers. So-called "hairs" (trichomes) are also found on plants. The projections on arthropods such as insects and spiders are actually insect bristles, composed of a polysaccharide called chitin. The hair of non-human mammal species is commonly referred to as fur. There are varieties of cats, dogs, and mice bred to have little or no visible fur. In some species, hair is absent at certain stages of life. The main component of hair fiber is keratin. Keratins are proteins: long chains (polymers) of amino acids.
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The book The Mother Tongue - english and how how it got that way (by Bill Bryson) isn't telling us how moms speak with babies, not at all. It's about English vs. other languages, as French, Japanese, Creole's, German, Italian, Spain and so on.
As Swiss, born in Zurich, my "Mami" spoke SwissGerman, so mother tongue (mothers tongue) was a Swiss Dialect (as spoken in Zurich).
Back to Bill Bryson's book in which he stated, that English didn't adopt of German words. Hmmm? Since 1995 I'm living in the U.S.A. (Colorado). I got the impression (and facts) that quite a lot of German words are in use in English, like :::
Achtung ( ) + Angst (n.) + Blitzkrieg (n.) + Dreck (n.) + Eigenwert (n.) + Hinterland + Kindergarten (n.) + Lebensraum (n.) + Noodle (n.) + Poltergeist (n.) + Rucksack (n.) + Schmooze (v.) + Schnitzel (n.) + Shlep (v.) + Verboten (adj.) + Wunderkind (n.) + Zeitgeist (n.) + Dachshund + Delikatessen + Ersatzkaffee (coffe substitute) + Götterdämmerung + Schutzhund (protecitve dog) + Sturm und Drang + Schadenfreude . . .
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Albert Einstein wrote 1954 ;;;
A human being is part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. We experience ourselves, our thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest. A kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from the prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. The true value of a human being is determined by the measure and the sense in which they have obtained liberation from the self. We shall require a substantially new manner of thinking if humanity is to survive. (Albert Einstein, 1954)

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Fritjof Capra, Ph.D., is author of The Tao of Physics, Uncommon Wisdom, The Turning Point, Belonging to the Universe and The Web of Life. He is director of the Center for Ecoliteracy.

The millimetre (American spelling: millimeter, symbol mm) is a unit of length in the metric system, equal to one thousandth of a metre, which is the current SI base unit of length.
The corresponding unit of area is the square millimetre and the corresponding unit of volume is the cubic millimetre.

An inch (plural: inches; symbol or abbreviation: in or, sometimes, ″ - a double prime) is the name of a unit of length in a number of different systems, including English units, Imperial units, and United States customary units. Its size can vary from system to system. There are 36 inches in a yard and 12 inches in a foot. A corresponding unit of area is the square inch and a corresponding unit of volume is the cubic inch.
The inch is one of the dominant units of measurement in the United States, and is very commonly used in Canada. In the US and commonly in the UK, Australia, Canada and New Zealand, personal heights are expressed in feet and inches by people of all ages. In Canada, personal heights are shown in metric units on official documents such as a person's driver's license.

received from Haluk Hisli <halukhisli@yahoo.com> English - translater unknown.
 
"How can we know whether someone is happy?"
 
"Well, I don't know", maybe from the sparkle in his/her eyes, from his/her joy, maybe from the inner light reflected on his/her face."
 
"These are true. One cannot hide happiness. It sizzles from ones inner being, enters some place, and changes that surrounding. It also has a scent... Do you know? Happiness smells."
 
"Scent of happiness?"
 
"Yes, that is true.  You probably never heard of it. Usually people are not aware of it. However, all emotional states have a particular scent. If human beings had not lost their sense of smell, they would know these. Unfortunately, like many other things, they also lost this one".
 
"You mean they knew these previously?"

"Of course they knew... Look, how important sense of smell is in the communication of animals."
 
"Yes, but it is because they can not talk."
 
"You think humans no longer need the sense of smell because they can talk, don't you?" "As you also know humans do not really talk. They make believe that they talk. There are words that they have learned. They tell these to each other."
 
"In reality only a few, talk for a very short time. Watch them and listen... There are no words of feelings.  They tell each other the things they have to tell. No wonder, most of the time they do not listen. Those who do not really speak and listen cannot communicate anymore, because they have lost two important communication tools: sense of smell and sense of touch, the two ways to really communicate... Humans have forgotten both."
 
"Now, do I say that people have to smell eachother?" "No. To smell is such an elaborate ability that humans need to be retrained for it, our poor sense of smell. It has been degenerated with such bad odors, that it needs to be reanimated.  You know, humans can not smell the scent of humans anymore... Scent of a woman, scent of a man. Scent of a child. Scent of an elderly. Scent of hope. Scent of despair. Scent of disappointment. Scent of happiness. Humans have lost all.
 
Same is true with the sense of touch. Humans have lost it too. The touch of one hand over another. Touch of one shoulder on another. Touch of one back against another. Feet swirling around each other. Bodies touching against each other.  There is so much that we have forgotten!"
 
"I wish I could defend our contemporary human species. "But, there are words... There is script... May be that is why we have forgotten."
 
"Yes, words... the media for our lies. Script, the instrument of our lies. Since we do not know how to say or write what is really inside, they are the instruments of our lies. However a body, a touch cannot lie. They communicate what is really inside. Only the reality."
 
"A real master of the world of perfume once had said: "Perfumes are the products of the addition of human genius to what nature has given; however no perfume is a real scent until it touches a woman's body. What gives the special character to a perfume is the scent of that certain woman's body. That is why every perfume is different on every woman. The mastery of wearing a perfume comes from knowing the amount to be worn, so that this special mixture comes into existence. If it is not worn in this special way, that woman smells like that particular perfume; if it is worn with this mastery, that woman smells like herself. What is really important is not the perfume, but that woman's special scent. You can find it in the dresser where she keeps her clothes, in her lingerie, in her private places. Watch out, you would never actually know a woman if you do not recognize her special scent".
 
What a pity... We do not know how to value the scent of humans.
 
One day, you will recognize the "scent of happiness".  You will see that rosy pink on the skin. It is the light pink that accompanies the first beams of dawn.  That special pink of happiness, coming into existence in a shy and timid way, but then spreading with courage, giving strength and making itself felt. Look at this pinkness carefully. , There you will see a misty moisture. An evaporating moisture, ever flying, ever renewing, mixing into the air. A spring freshness, a tendril taste which urges one to utter, "There is something about you. As if you are in love."   Approach that body. Approach and smell the scent of happiness. Smell the scent of those thousands of harmonious odors oozing out. From pink to lavender, from sea blue to sunny yellow. That special scent of changing rainbow colors. That scent of happiness that soothes, comforts, which stirs, exults, which silences or forces to speak.  Smell it.  It is the most magnificent scent in the world. It is what the baby smells in the mother. It is what the mother smells in the baby. It is what the lover smells in the loved one. But this scent does not happen out of nowhere. It requires effort. The light of the days, nights and dawns need to be enmeshed within each other.... It requires to appreciate one another in times of hope and hopelessness... The scent of happiness is not in the waves of the ocean, nor in the rivers reaching that ocean. It is only in the human. It is that scent which comes into being in one through the other. It is that scent which makes the human. It is the scent of love. Scent of security. The scent of "I am grateful that you are ". The scent of "I wish you were near." The scent of "I love you." The scent of "You love me."
 
One day you will know the scent of happiness. Then I know you will be happier.

 

Remark: Hisli's article reminded me on the film PROFUMO DI DONNA (1974) :::
 
Titolo Originale: PROFUMO DI DONNA
Regia: Dino Risi
Interpreti:  Moira Orfei, Alessandro Momo, Agostina Belli, Vittorio Gassman
Durata: h 1.40
Nazionalità: Italia 1974
Genere: sentimentale
Al cinema nel Dicembre 1974