It is not difficult to envision a time when life (or something very close to it) consisted of diverse assemblages of RNA molecules, or "selfish co-operators" if you will1: splicers, binders, replicators, and even manufacturers.
You know, the one that goes "Information flows from DNA to RNA to proteins, but if proteins are required to make DNA, which came…"It is not difficult to envision a time when life (or something very close to it) consisted of diverse assemblages of RNA molecules, or 'selfish co-operators' if you will: splicers, binders, replicators, and even manufacturers.
Given the chaotic nature of the Middle East and the open conflict between Sunni and Shia, it is not difficult to envision a major response by Hezbollah and Iranian Revolutionary Guard forces against their common enemies.
It is not difficult to envision an overwhelming nationalistic response, popular expressions of "rallying around the flag," and the deployment of intense "us versus them" rhetoric and symbolism that leaves moderates and reformers with little political space for opposition, and little choice but to support the regime in a time of crisis.
Since most subunits of the respiratory chain complexes-and all subunits of complex II-are encoded in the nucleus, but several key proteins are still encoded by mitochondrial DNA (mtDNA), a decreased expression of all OXPHOS complexes except for complex II is not difficult to envision, but the consequences are far reaching.
Inasmuch as humans are constantly exposed to viruses in the environment, the source of members of the variable virome is not difficult to envision.
It isn't difficult to envision scenarios where this kind of technology could be abused.
It's not difficult to envision the negative impact that this has on the science.
But looking at their empty dressing stalls, it was not difficult to envision a day — though impossible to pinpoint a date — when their absences would be attributed to much thornier issues.
It's not difficult to envision a scenario in which the entire industry moves in this direction.
It's not difficult to envision my Dad, a curly haired boy in knickers, standing at a bakery window staring at and coveting a cream puff he could never hope to afford.
