I leave a trace... to find myself
Today I return to this mysterious place , which has become my secret garden. It never ceases to fascinate me. The smells, the sounds, the billions of micro-species that struggle every day to survive.
And of course, there are my favorites, mushrooms ; the silent architects of decay. They dance slowly between the forces of life and death, unchanged for 500 million years. What do they tell us?
On this blog: my discoveries, ideas, doubts, trivialities,
references from other researchers.
Eureka!
I was walking on the same little path in the forest near our house.
Everything seemed perfect, until I realized, to my great amazement, that I had lost my way . And yet, I knew this path by heart… but suddenly, no more landmarks. After a good hour of disbelief, I tried to orient myself using the position of the sun… only to realize that it was about to set. After a few stumbles, I see a faint glow out of the corner of my eye. I approach.
A strange bubble that looks like a large mushroom is attached to the trunk of a tree. Upon closer inspection... it is not a mushroom, but a structure with functional spaces.
A specimen I had never seen in my life! With the shape of a residence, with openings, access ramps...
Clearly evidence of intelligent intervention!
Bio-architecture
Back in the lab, I analyze a small sample: the structure is "made" of fibrous membrane " mycelium " that forms the mushrooms but also of a biomaterial based on lignocellulosic materials generated by the tree. I conclude that a very advanced species is capable of influencing the design and growth of plants. How?
