• Of the Air (cele/celes)@lemmy.blahaj.zone
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        2 months ago

        And blood-black nothingness began to spin… A system of cells interlinked within cells interlinked within cells interlinked within one stem… And dreadfully distinct against the dark, a tall white fountain played.

        Cells.

        Cells.

        Have you ever been in an institution? Cells.

        Cells.

        Do they keep you in a cell? Cells.

        Cells.

        When you’re not performing your duties do they keep you in a little box? Cells.

        Cells.

        Interlinked.

        Interlinked.

        What’s it like to hold the hand of someone you love? Interlinked.

        Interlinked.

        Did they teach you how to feel finger to finger? Interlinked.

        Interlinked.

        Do you long for having your heart interlinked? Interlinked.

        Interlinked.

        Do you dream about being interlinked?

        Interlinked.

        What’s it like to hold your child in your arms? Interlinked.

        Interlinked.

        Do you feel that there’s a part of you that’s missing? Interlinked.

        Interlinked.

        Within cells interlinked.

        Within cells interlinked.

        Why don’t you say that three times: Within cells interlinked.

        Within cells interlinked. Within cells interlinked. Within cells interlinked.

  • Limonene@lemmy.world
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    2 months ago

    The cell membrane is the wall of the cell. I know it’s less catchy, but human cells don’t have a cell wall.

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    2 months ago

    Some of them seem a bit obtuse. “Municipal hall” doesn’t immediately conjure a vivid image of it’s role.

  • ynthrepic@lemmy.world
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    This shit gives me existential dread and hope.

    Like the complexity of cells might as well be an alien civilization, but all that somehow results in something that it’s like to be me. That’s so fundamentally mysterious, all I can do is conclude that consciousness has to be the prior of the universe. So on the one hand I’m nothing, and on the other, maybe I’m immortal. I won’t know until I’m dead.