Imagine then, a small, insignificant-looking cell with a long
tail that whips rapidly back and forth like a propeller. The cell
has been on a long and dangerous journey through uncharted waters,
and it is now tired from the exertion. Its purpose this far has
been almost instinctive, fighting tirelessly against the tide to
climb higher and higher up the terrifying darkness.
Surrounding it are millions of other whip-tailed cells, its
cousins, all tied into that same inscrutable goal. And yet, the
tiny wanderer, our hero cell, pushes on valiantly. It is a matter
of life and death because only a handful will reach their
destination.
Light appears, or at least to the tiny wanderer, the change of the
chemical composition around it signals the final stages of the
voyage. There is no light, really, only a quickening of
purpose...
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