I’ve heard it said that the cells in our body have their own intelligence, which makes sense if you think of the complicated work they do.
And they do it without our help, carrying on their daily tasks independently in every corner of my body and yours and everyone else’s.
It’s mind-boggling, actually, so it’s a good thing our minds aren’t involved, except to get in the way with too much worry or caffeine. Somehow, each little cell fulfills its purpose, cooperates with others, and replaces itself as needed.
And what I wonder—in addition to how they do all this—is whether they know they’re part of a larger organism with its own purpose called “Karen”?
Because this question begs the much more important question of whether I am also part of a much larger organism and purpose called—what?—God? The Universe? Ultimate Reality?
It’s a beautiful idea, really, that no one has been able to prove or to disprove, at least not yet. Which means, I suppose, that it might turn out to be true. Meanwhile, it makes me feel a little less lonely and a little more hopeful.
And that might be enough for now.
