One part splits into two, then four, then eight, but all remain connected in the same network. And so I end up wondering if that organism is one or all until I just have to admit that in some incredible way it is both. What shape has living matter?
The intimacy of our (micro)biological relationships force me to rethink some fundamentals of our culture, such as identity, autonomy and independence.
All life forms are figurations of the same substance, accidental ways that do not stop creating from each other and destroying each other. An agglomeration of relationships in which organisms are inextricably mixed.