Ah, the western world. It wants so much. One of those things it lusts after is one live cell, any kind of cell, on another world. That would surely put religion to shame, wouldn't it? It would show that we aren't alone in the universe, and put all those religious zealots to shame, wouldn't it? Just one cell is all it would take.
The rabble in the west and the vaunted pseudoscientific community have something in common then: they each want to find life somewhere else but on Earth. One cell, one wee tiny microscopic organism, and that would put to an end all the egotism of so many tiny Earthlings. One cell of life would mean that much to them.
But the importance of two cells, well, hold on a minute, mister. Two cells within a woman's womb here on Earth, and the game changes. Dramatically. Two such cells, and they must be destroyed, if the woman, one lone person, says so. Life somewhere else, life which is also little more than abstraction (at least right now) would be of infinite value. This means, what? A second extraterrestrial cell would hold no inherent value at all? Add a second cell here on our own planet, where the only life we really know to exist exists, and all that infinite grace is gone if the individual wills it. Would it be gone if found somewhere else, even, horrors, in a bit of two celled life on some other planet inconveniently found in an alien organism? Should that not, at one person's insistence, be destroyed?
This is why we cannot respect popular science. This is why we treat so much of the western world with derision. They are of dual personalities and at war within themselves. And why? Because of one lone cell projected to be out 'there' 'somewhere'. One theoretical cell that means more to them than life on Earth, indeed means more to them than any real multicelluar life right here, right now. Real known life means nothing to them. Life in their imagination, though, means everything.
Ah, science. How many cells at work came up with this paradox?
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