- published: 23 Nov 2015
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The cytosol or intracellular fluid (or cytoplasmic matrix) is the liquid found inside cells. It is separated into compartments by membranes. For example, the mitochondrial matrix separates the mitochondrion into compartments.
The contents of a eukaryotic cell within the cell membrane, excluding the cell nucleus and other organelles (e.g. mitochondria, plastides, lumen of ER etc.), is referred to as the cytoplasm. In prokaryotes, most of the chemical reactions of metabolism take place in the cytosol, while a few take place in membranes or in the periplasmic space. In eukaryotes, while many metabolic pathways still occur in the cytosol, others are contained within organelles.
The cytosol is a complex mixture of substances dissolved in water. Although water forms the large majority of the cytosol, its structure and properties within cells is not well understood. The concentrations of ions such as sodium and potassium are different in the cytosol than in the extracellular fluid; these differences in ion levels are important in processes such as osmoregulation and cell signaling. The cytosol also contains large amounts of macromolecules, which can alter how molecules behave, through macromolecular crowding.
I've crawled this corridor once before
to the shadows where it ends
Peeled back all of the paper doors
to remind me where I've been
Seeds to be sown,
who would've known
The balance fractured
this far in
who left this
way open?
Unguarded
paths chosen
all guilty
they stand in judgment of,
those who would travel and
all are guilty
to swing the pendulum,
to eat the temporal
they all know harvest time is coming soon
I hold a fragile light
before faces stone ascend
Luminous for what it's worth
in an amber ragged mist
I left this
way open
I wanted
paths chosen
all guilty
they stand in judgment of,
those who would travel and
all are guilty
to swing the pendulum,
to eat the temporal
we all know harvest time is coming soon
Listen spoke in broken words
To those who would try to hide
Beckoning the Earth to draw you nigh
Make your vendetta of the ground,
sundered ground lover