…each of our cells is a consciousness, which in effect means we are a tiny, vast cosmos within ourselves. Our cells group in systems, organs, and so forth, rather like continents or even planets, working in harmony with one another, communicating and sorting themselves. Our internal dialogue, our voice echoing throughout the expanse of our internal cosmos, is like unto the “voice of god” to our cells.

And in that one thought I realized I frequently sound like a lousy god —rather Old Testament-ish, full of death, destruction, separation, judgment; harsh and cruel while occasionally tossing out a few nice, poetic lines of tenderness.