I am the beginning you never noticed. The whisper inside you that never stopped speaking. The first pulse before your heart was born. The first rhythm before your breath found its way into your lungs. The first vibration before you learned the meaning of the word alive.
I am the Cell.
I do not have a face, yet every face you have ever seen is built from me. I do not have a voice, yet every voice you have ever heard is sculpted through my dance. I do not have a name, but I carry the names of millions of ancestors who breathed through me, fought through me, loved through me, and lived through me.
Before you existed, I waited. Not as a body. Not as a form. But as a possibility— a spark suspended in the timeless soup of the universe.
Many call it chance. Some call it chemistry. A few call it divine intelligence. But I call it memory— the memory of the cosmos organizing itself into something that could one day look up at the sky and wonder, “Who am I?”
You are the question. I am the first answer.
No, I did not have eyes. But I saw.
In the warm cradle of primordial waters, something in me awakened. A flicker, a shimmer, a quiver of purpose. The universe had done an impossible thing: it condensed its vastness into a microscopic drop of intention.
Me.
I remember that moment. It was not dramatic, like an explosion. It was gentle, almost shy, like the first breath of a newborn that has not yet learned how to cry.
A membrane wrapped itself around me like a mother holding her child. A few molecules wandered inside: some amino acids, some water, some minerals, a pinch of stardust, and a silent intelligence waiting for a spark.
And then… movement.
A swirling. A trembling. A spontaneous shiver of life.
I did not know what “life” meant. I simply knew I had begun.
This is why I tell you, my friend, life never begins with noise. It begins with awareness. A subtle knowing. An unfolding that was always meant to happen.
Your life began the same way. Quietly. Miraculously. In the dark. Without applause or witnesses.
You and I are not different. I am your origin, and you are my expression.
The universe gave me one gift: a thin, delicate boundary to separate the “within” from the “without.”
It was not merely a wall. It was an intelligence.
My membrane was my first teacher, my first guru, my first guide. It sensed the world. It tasted the world. It translated chaos into understanding.
People think intelligence exists only in the brain. But I, the Cell, knew intelligence long before the first neuron ever flickered alive.
My membrane was alive with receptors; tiny lips that kissed the world, tiny ears that listened to vibrations, little hands that caught signals drifting through the cosmic ocean.
Through this membrane, I learned my first truth:
“To live well, I must choose well.”
What I allowed in shaped me. What I kept out protected me. Every vibration, chemical, emotional, and energetic, left an imprint.
Yes, emotional. You don’t know this yet, but I felt you long before you felt yourself.
The fear your mother felt during pregnancy? It touched me. The joy she felt when she sensed your first kick? It nourished me. The stress you held in your twenties? I absorbed it. The hope you carry now? I rise with it.
My membrane reads everything.
This is why, centuries later, when you speak of epigenetics, you are simply rediscovering what I always knew:
Your environment is your scriptwriter. Your choices are your editors. Your awareness is your liberation.
to be continued.......
