Humans are a Mass of Cells

Eh se   Musings by Ric after the shock of Willy’s death.

             Humans are a mass of cells, billions of them. Inside us and all over us are thousands of billions of microbes, viruses, prions and other minute living particles, some yet unnamed.

 Our thoughts and feelings, our consciousness and the many attitudes we harbor are a result of biological activities of neurons, synapses and hormones. These interact according to what our body senses and the inherent wisdom from our ancestors.

  The common denominator of all living things are cells and sub-cells. These are remarkably similar right throughout the plant and animal kingdoms.

 So, when we think of everlasting life, we must ask, “Will cells go on for ever and ever?”

   No doubt when in the distant future natural calamities, such as meteors hitting the earth and animal and plant life becomes extinct on the earth’s surface, deep down in the earth some microscopic life will hold on for thousands of years.  If conditions become right they will surface and evolve over millions of years into other collections of billions of cells working for the common good of some new life-form entity.

   These life forms may evolve into sentient beings not necessarily like the anthropoid ape called man.   There is a chance when the planet becomes so frigid life, as we know it, might not exist. Some further meteor hitting the earth might dislodge great chunks of earth to go hurtling into space and eventually settle and on some distant planet, even outside the solar system with frozen seeds of life. They would be, in a way, related to us.  This then might be the real meaning of immortality.

    Perhaps the process has been continuing over aeons of time.    Then again life might be ever reforming by bio-chemical processes wherever there are the chemicals in a state of flux in suitable conditions, such as might have been in the early seas on earth. This might be happening in countless places, all the time, all over the universes. In dimensions  of super worlds and micro worlds, and micro micro worlds and super super worlds without end.

   The meaning of life might be that there is no meaning. It always has been and always will be, changing, evolving, migrating, reforming and just like the energy of which it is an aspect always in a state of flux and on many levels and of multi-dimensions.  Man’s limited brain power can never know.  We are maybe just a stage of life, one of the billion trillion and more variations possible.    The passing of an individual existence,  though of transient importance to our family and those we know, really is just the breakdown of one body of cells to be reformed into other life-forms, while the genetic code  has formed other similar entities from ourselves and they go on playing with dolls, going to school, playing basketball  and  wondering about why they are here and what made it so.

 It is natural that we have fear and apprehension about our passing. Life is usually programmed to continue even under adverse circumstances and it rarely wants the body to give up.

 Still it seems the enthusiasm for life slips away as we age and   become aware that we will not be there, but others will be, and maybe that is enough.