We dwell in the house of the body, but its perfection and intricate life are the work of a wisdom which never relaxes dominion over a single cell.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We are all cells in the same body of humanity.
It is the cells which create and maintain in us, during the span of our lives, our will to live and survive, to search and experiment, and to struggle.
We are not made up, as we had always supposed, of successively enriched packets of our own parts. We are shared, rented, occupied. At the interior of our cells, driving them, providing the oxidative energy that sends us out for the improvement of each shining day, are the mitochondria, and in a strict sense they are not ours.
Our body is the temple of our spirit.
As a cell contains a natural intelligence by which it fosters the healthy functioning of the body, I, too, have natural intelligence that fosters the perfect unfolding of my life.
Life is a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.
As people, no matter what we are doing, your whole body is living and breathing.
In my experience of living, for a time, in the underbelly of society, I spent a lot of time in various holding cells.
The body is both a temple and a perfect machine. Our bodies have within them a healing potential, and we nourish this potential with the pure and simple foods found in nature.
Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.