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The cell membrane is the wall of the cell. I know it’s less catchy, but human cells don’t have a cell wall.
Human cells also don’t have chloroplasts. Maybe the cell membrane is the fence of the cell.
Some of them seem a bit obtuse. “Municipal hall” doesn’t immediately conjure a vivid image of it’s role.
The Human is the Fediverse of cells.
The cell is the cell of the cell
the mitochondria is the cell of the cell
Cells within cells within cells, interlinked
And blood-black nothingness began to spin… A system of cells interlinked within cells interlinked within cells interlinked within one stem… And dreadfully distinct against the dark, a tall white fountain played.
Cells.
Cells.
Have you ever been in an institution? Cells.
Cells.
Do they keep you in a cell? Cells.
Cells.
When you’re not performing your duties do they keep you in a little box? Cells.
Cells.
Interlinked.
Interlinked.
What’s it like to hold the hand of someone you love? Interlinked.
Interlinked.
Did they teach you how to feel finger to finger? Interlinked.
Interlinked.
Do you long for having your heart interlinked? Interlinked.
Interlinked.
Do you dream about being interlinked?
Interlinked.
What’s it like to hold your child in your arms? Interlinked.
Interlinked.
Do you feel that there’s a part of you that’s missing? Interlinked.
Interlinked.
Within cells interlinked.
Within cells interlinked.
Why don’t you say that three times: Within cells interlinked.
Within cells interlinked. Within cells interlinked. Within cells interlinked.
The cytoplasmic ribonucleoprotein is the office guy who’s always around but nobody knows what his job is.
of the cell
Edit: the joke has already been made here.
The cell wall is the wall of the cell
Finally one I can remember
For real? Any tips for those of us having problems?
There’s a wall on that cell, like some sort of… Cell wall-
Wait, say that again
The cell membrane is the thin veneer of respectability of the cell
Phew. Ok. Ive got that one down.
Depending on the day.
ngl this would help in high school equivalent biology class decades ago lol
This shit gives me existential dread and hope.
Like the complexity of cells might as well be an alien civilization, but all that somehow results in something that it’s like to be me. That’s so fundamentally mysterious, all I can do is conclude that consciousness has to be the prior of the universe. So on the one hand I’m nothing, and on the other, maybe I’m immortal. I won’t know until I’m dead.
To add to that, similarly like there are microscopic and macroscopic processes we can only indirectly perveive, there are probably also processes on a much smaller and much larger timescale we can therefore only indirectly perceive.
Like one cell could be the whole universe of some absurdly small conscious beings with a lifespan of less than a femtosecond.
Utterly absurd, and yet we know this with far more certainty than the most well subscribed religions know anything. There are so laughably unimaginative too compared to this reality. And yet, the knowing is also a burden. 😅
This is absoplasmic reticulous.
Ok now do the ye olde version
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“what part of the cell is the red arrow pointing at?”
Well, I’ve got a 50/50 shot if I exclude “B. Hair” and “D. Eyeball”
The Undertaker threw Mankind off hell of the cell
