From the weest age my drawers have been in a tussle about the periodic table of elements. You know, the whole Naming, Organizing and Dominating the Natural World thing (NODNW). _Enter critique of Science and Reason here_. Okay not complete hatred but a lot of cattiness. Or maybe willful ignorance. Thus my xenophobia. But simultaneously fascinated by and admiring of the FORM, the interloping interlocutors . I mean, hydrogen is such a slut, right? This, courtesy Jena Osman & Sean O'Donnell, seems to swoop to the rescue, or at least flicker toward a critique, by which the body might change. Hmm? Thanks to Ms. Molina for heading up my eyes to it.