Cell

A turgid cell is a happy cell. One of those wonderful Shirkeyisms, from my tenth grade science teacher who laid such a solid foundation for me. I never really enjoyed cellular biology, until I got deeply into the subject. The more I learned, the more interesting it became, as the simplicity of initial lessons gave way to an immensely complicated interaction of electro-chemical games of Red Rover.

Cells, like muscle cells, whose walls stretch out to form the the top layer of bones. Periosteum, literally, around the bone, integral to it. Bone cells - that have excellent blood flow. Blood cells lacking nuclei, part of being a mammal. A universe inside a membrane. That likes to be taut, neither flaccid nor about to burst, just happily turgid.

Anyone who claims to understand, just by belief alone, how and why life is as it is, is hiding in a fearsome simplicity. Arguing the words of the gods into illogical piles, instead of facing the dark unknowables - and the real essence of the transcendent that could be called god, for lack of a better word.

Peer into the brilliant night, and be awed.