Krebs Cycle On 2003-11-07 at 6:46 p.m.... I either want to go down to the airport and jump on a plane, or go and stand outside for a while. Either way, cells are energy factories with no agenda but breaking things down, and propagating unto an agenda that I don't even completely know about. And I'm supposed to be in charge of them, but I'm not entirely sure what my agenda is, so I can't really spare the time to give motivational speeches to my endoplasmic reticula. I can tell you for a fact, though, that I'm 63% H2-0. This knowlegde has a reassuring way of putting things into perspective. I may be lazy, I may be ungrateful, I may be an irredeemably broken person. If you lined us all up, all 6.5 billion faintly-puzzled collections of cells, then I'd be young, I'd be rich, I'd be healthy, I'd be privileged and lucky beyond my capacity to comprehend. But I still am not satisfied, I still do not feel like I have *achieved*. I am blinkered enough to want what I have not got. Hence, it is somehow a validation to remember that I am nothing more than a big bag of water. my was -- my am

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