Perhaps a tenth of
quadrillion cells, each moment seeming to act as a single organism, the human
Body. Organic Chem labs can rarely exceed 50% efficiency & purity in a
chemical reaction. But in every cubic
nanometer of cytoplasm, hundreds of reactions occur in the same place with
almost complete efficiency & purity, without interference – an
incalculable miracle – very
improbable. And yet with all that
coordination, how does such a salt water bag, evolved from Ocean micelles,
covered in meat, get to be Me ? No
way. Where was it 100 years ago, where
will it be 100 years from now ? Happiness
lies in & as Existence so I must & will continue, & never even had
a starting point.
Lets pan in on just a
single Atom in one of those Cells. If it
was a sports Stadium, the Electrons would be gnats & the Nucleus a sand
Grain in the middle of the field. If
that Grain was instead a tiny sports Stadium, or one of its Nucleons were such
a tiny sports Stadium, each of the 3 component Quarks would be a sand Grain. If
that Quark Grain was instead a tiniest sports Stadium, each of the component
Super– Strings would be a sand Grain.
And then each Super–Strings is a Mathematical fiction of
Nothingness, Probability Amplitude dependent on Consciousness to perceive it.
Almost all empty Space, sparsely dotted with bits of Nothingness. Each Super–String stands to that Body
like an Electron to the known
Universe. Unconnected Cells, all
replaced over & over again since Infancy, such a transient, changing, objective
Body is not my eternal, subjective Self.
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