Clueless
It feels good to be alive. Blood pumping round the system and I don’t even know my blood type. I don’t need to know my blood type unless I need an emergency top up and the paramedics don’t have my journal or time to run a blood test. Maybe I ought to find out what type I have. Just in case. I’m pretty sure it’s not C#.
Point is I don’t need to know how all of them organs work for them to do so, and that’s pretty awesome.
I barely know how anything works really.
It may be enough that I know enough to (for the most times) pull my weight within the very limited scope which is my life. Then through some miracle of Organization other people do the same and together we are societies on different levels, working much the same as the cells and organs in a human body does.
I assume, like I said, I don’t have a clue.
I don’t even know my own blood type.
Anyhow