Saying that the inner operations of life are enormous and complex hardly covers it, for it is of the same magnitude as the universe itself, and totally beyond being comprehended by any one eye at any particular vantage point. No observer inside the system can ever recognize what life is doing. There is no proof in here that even life “knows” what it is doing, (in any humanly conceivable sense), but what can be grasped by a few weird-born individuals is akin to the reverse of this insurmountable unknowable. (That is), since life continues to be alive, (with you as proof and witness), then whatever goes on in its inner workings serves some life sustaining purpose. Perhaps if you were a cell you, as a matter of individual taste, would prefer to make your home in the stomach rather than, let us say, the intestines. But as you know, without the colon the stomach is a goner.
There are no parts, people, actions, ideas or things in life that are not an integral part of life, serving some life sustaining role. Even though the thoughts life allows inside of your consciousness, find many of them horrid and inexplicable to a civilized, (partially-distracted) mind. If life wants to internally have one part of itself take a shot at another part, it can and will damn sure do so, and if it wants some other part of its inner self to be horrified at the shooting. Who is going to stop it? Better yet, what idiot is going to tell life that it CAN’T?
(Other than you and your six billion counter-idiots, I mean, parts).
What goes on inside of life, (inside of this universe), cannot be explained, understood, judged or predicted by anything or one within it. There is no need to seek additional definitions of living-in-a-dream and stumbling-around-in-the-dark, than this: if you think that what you think now explains life, and makes proper judgments about what goes on therein, you are normal – sane and normal. Your thinking will never stumble onto what is really going on if you stumble through eternity. Life will however, permit you to continue your ranting and cursing for as long as you like – and as long as you keep stumbling.
If you leave your thoughts to their natural action of falling onto the episodes and the details of life, your consciousness of what is always going on is artificially fractured, segmented and separated from the seamless continuity that IS life. The outside of you is the same as it is inside of you. Under normal healthy conditions, your lungs never attack nor do harm to your kidneys, and neither does life do so to itself, inside itself, during the span of its healthy lifetime. (A period unknown to us, but so far, all markers look good.) Life does not accommodate internal life threatening activities, be they from galaxies or from men.
J.