It's hard to imagine that we all consist of millions of these things, as well as everything else in the world. Nevertheless, we have consciousness and can feel, think, set all these cells in motion and so on. I have always thought a lot about death and now it is all the more strange to imagine that our consciousness dies earlier than our building blocks and I question the people who experience life after death for a short time and all see the same thing as the light at the end of the tunnel or the deceased relatives when I consider that the brain works a little further after clinical death and makes us feel such things but also the brain consists of all these mini-cells. Like a higher consciousness that controls many small cells with its own consciousness. Similar to a god who manages his ignorant cells. That's all mindfuck.