THOUGHT THINKERS
Cellular Galaxy aka the Walking Skyscraper
The universe within
The heart knows how to be and what to do — on its own; the liver does its thing — unerringly; the kidneys know what to do with poisons; T-cells recognize an invading virus and know what to do to defend the locals.
And all the other cells, from tip to toe, they know what to do. Our body is a galaxy of little selves, just doing their jobs — mostly very well (sometimes a little too enthusiastically, and then we sometimes call them cancers).
The lungs, the oxygen-carrying blood, and flashing synapses: all well-drilled experts, all just doing their jobs.
It seems to me that we don’t muse on these facts too often, or as often as we should; of course, it is hard to remain perpetually impressed. But we should be: perpetually impressed. There is not a single thing or fact, body-wise, that is not bordering on the miraculous.
Ghosts are less improbable than what the liver and kidneys can do. Magicians both.
And we walk this thing around, sit or lay this thing down, put it to sleep, and brush its teeth. Walking skyscrapers, they are we.
I don’t know the first thing about the emotional lives of our tenants, but sometimes I wonder if the emotions we…
