Friday, May 26, 2017

This Is Who You Really Are

A story about short sightedness and insignificance.


Meet Skin Cell. A proud cell, it thinks itself superior to other cells because it inhabits the outermost layer of Body.

Skin Cell by GIANT microbes

This is Blood Cell. It considers itself above the rest and completely separate from Skin Cell. It argues its origin is what it believes to be the one and only core of Body - Heart.

Red Blood Cell by GIANT microbes

These cells disagree all the time over the answers to old questions. They wonder who is better and who should become master of all.

Their arguments are so small, though, that they are silent to Body - the higher observer.

Immune Cell, a cell supremacist, equally thinks itself more perfect, with a right to rule over others.

White Blood Cell by GIANT microbes

Therefore it starts attacking the other cells of Body.

Truth is these differences would be so insignificant compared to the dimension Body inhabits, that they would be practically nonexistent. But not the harm they would create. Body's awareness does not center on what an individual cell looks like, its boundaries, or its individual location. Body can feel though - it feels when cells are out of harmony. 

Their harmonious coexistence is what makes Body strong.

As we scale up, things are similar.


In this crowd we all look like cells under a microscope or tiny dots. Some of these dots would call a Higher Observer A, some call it B, others C. In this crowd some dots are white, others brown, others yellow. Does it matter? In this crowd three dots together represent a happy family. But wait, are we talking about a family with two moms? Two dads? Does it matter?

Again gender, physicality, or the shape of the boundaries that define would be so small compared to the dimension this higher observer would inhabit that they would become practically nonexistent:

What defines humans as physical entities is of little transcendence and invisible but their ripples of good or negative influence in the world are not.

Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others. Past and present. And by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future. -Sonmi-451, CloudAtlas.

For this higher perspective form, definitions, name or protocol become irrelevant but not the belief that we are separate from one another.

If we could only see the big picture.

Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. - Carl Sagan.

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