Tag: conjecture

  • The Unit of Life

    The Unit of Life

    Ever pondered? Been ponderous? Seen something lately? Apologies to the blind readers listening to this in audio to text, but I know you’ve been listening.

    Just to sate my desire to get to the bottom of the roots of life and consciousness (which may be the underlying root of this entire blog), there is a good list of probable causes to the attributes of life forming and how they operate. This is also an early trigger warning for those with a deep phobia of conjecture.

    Deep down the roots of the kingdoms, phyla, all throughout the generations are little nutrient sucking pores that let into their cavities the building blocks of life and organic matter. In simpler terms, something makes these living things alive. I will cut right to the biological modern understanding- it (the being) has to satisfy these conditions:

    • Able to reproduce (sexually/asexually)
    • Grows and develops
    • Shows behavior
    • Is made up of units of life called cells
    • Metabolizes
    • Keeps itself in conditional balance
    • Capability for mutation

    Now, trained biologists are going to have some gripes with the wording here, but I have some gripes with how we latched onto the past and I can put it all aside for the sake of layman clarity. We can just assume that based on the current understanding of biology we have, some argue a virus isn’t alive because it doesn’t display all the criteria. Some argue a vacuum is alive. We can each die on our own hills.

    So now, assuming each cell is alive, does that mean they share the consciousness? Perhaps it is just the signal that each moment could possibly bring, and then when that moment activates the detectors, that signal has a possible speed of reaching conduction. It can’t be that simple, because why is the detector even machinated at all? What is holding it all together?

    The unlikelihood for all the interstitial space in a cell to be occupied with these near perfect machines for maintaining a factorial approach to simple collisions of stellar bodies is a doozy.

    We all just want to simplest reason for why there’s cells at all. We want there to be a method to the madness and something there to pull the strings. I think, and I have been thinking, that it truly just may be a lot of chance and incident detection. I think that coincidence is simply our brain putting together the stored detection with the real-life detection, which at that point may very well be regarded with “reality”. Life transcends beyond that though, because the generations spawned us, not just the “reality”.

    One of the grand cues of how there may be a link between intention and evolution comes from the will to have a baby with another. It’s wholly unlikely for a human to have another human and then take zero care for it and watch it take care of itself like a precocial little sea turtle. No, babies are useless. Their intentions seem to get them all killed, all in the name of curiosity.

    Each surviving baby with the possibility to raise another baby automatically becomes the present “reality” that another living baby has to interact with. It’s like they arrived from incidence into detection. This very real existence is then a subject of differentiation from the rest of the crowd, and becomes an individual. Hmm, uncontrolled populations, let’s not dwell on that.

    Then, there’s the guardians of the body or cell that seem to protect it from harm. It can be the shell of the cell or even the fluid that fills it. So much work goes on in even little bacterium, due to the amount of genetic information stored and expressed. It’s like a pilot with all the food and water they need connected to a pee tube so it never has to move. That bountiful nature of a cell can be rewarding, and perhaps the mitochondria were captured, or better yet they held an agreement that lasts to this day. Do the modern generation remember what it was like millions of years ago, or is that just instincts?

    I don’t want to end on another question, so I have some conclusive feeling that I will rest on. I think and feel that what denotes living itself is the ability to move with the present as it carries you, but you get to push the buttons once the buttons become pressable.