Sickness makes me dream strange dreams and think strange thinkings.
Long showers also have this effect.. athough its been a long time since i've fallen asleep in the shower, so mostly they just cause wierd thoughts.
So today i was sick in the shower, and this is what i thought about.
I imagined all my little cells and mitochondria and amino acids and all that other crap that i'm made of, and i was amazed. As far as i know (and i'm no microbiologist) those building blocks all perform their various jobs based only on rules. This means that my white blood cells are busy hunting viruses, but they're not really being creative about it. They don't set traps or lie in wait to ambush the virus, they just float around like happy little terminators and when their bio-logic says "hey, a virus!" it locks on and fires ze missiles.
This works pretty well! I'll be even more excited about it in a couple days when i can go potty without getting dizzy.
It's also interesting to me that death is in us all. I don't mean that we will all eventually die, (duh), but our bodies stay healthy by constantly dying and rebuilding. For the sake of comparison i'm going to call the body a machine for a second, but the word kind of leaves a bad taste in my mouth.*
Shouldn't a machine that's built to constantly repair itself (and, by the way, was designed and built by GOD...) outlive one that does not? Yet [i'm pretty sure] there's still roman aqueducts in use in Europe.
odd.
*see zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance
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