I sometimes wonder if I was a cell in a human body, proud of my nucleus holding DNA and other information enabling me to create magnificent protein machines, enzymes and a whole load of other things. I start thinking “hey” its all about me, I might look like other cells but they are not me and some of them do other things, I’m an individual.
Another cell comes to me one day and proposes this outrageous, speculative at best, hypothesis, that may be we are here for a greater purpose and starts ranting about this thing called the body, to which of course I dismiss, because there is no proof to my limited knowledge, calling him dogmatic and non-scientific. In fact I start getting irritated by all these cells around me that think in this way.
I become worried because I see them die and other ones are born, that I start devising a technology to stop that, and one day I do, and find a way of multiplying, and start doing that and taking over and getting bigger, only to find out at a much later time that there is a body and I’ve become a malignant tumor, about to destroy that which has provided me with all the knowledge and nutrients to live. How clever would I think I am then?
It may not be so outrageous to think we have a purpose and are part of something bigger, way beyond our comprehension.
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