The Soul of Human Consciousness

It seems to me that the human being, our soul, our consciousness, is the collective consciousness of countless billions of sentient mitochondria.

We are our mitochondria.

We need to learn to communicate directly with the universe's sentient mitochondria, with our own mitochondria, and respect it. In respecting our collective mitochondria we are respecting ourselves. It is, in fact, the only way you can respect yourself, since your self is the collective consciousness of billions of micro-organisms.

In a way, we're made of bugs. Sparkles of energy. Energy bugs.

And if we succeed in communicating with our collective energy-bug-selves, who knows what we can do?

In a similar vein: the Force, in George Lucas's Star Wars series, is powered by and made of billions of fictional microscopic midichlorians, a concept Lucas derived from some scientific papers on (factual) mitochondria, which he'd been reading around the same time he wrote the screenplay. The power that enables both Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker to use the Force comes from having a higher concentration of midichlorians in their bodies than most other beings. They have a higher electrical charge. They possess more power, literally. It's a similar concept to Philip Pullman's "dust" in his Golden Compass series of books. Sparkles of sentient energy. George Lucas repeated this same theme in Avatar, the energy field created and projected by all living things, made of charged molecules, creating a luminescent terrestrial-jellyfish world (really, the entire Avatar landscape is just an underwater coral reef superimposed on a rain forest, but I digress).

All fiction mimics factual scientific knowledge and then expands on it. A bit of a paradox, I guess, that fiction is an artifact of reality and imagination.