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CELLULAR MONEY: IS IT ALWAYS ABOUT THE MONEY?

It is an exciting task to describe money in terms that the medic understands perfectly. Thus, I’d like to correlate the term money with the term cells
The beautiful thing about both of them is that they are both units.
A cell is the basic unit of life while money is also the basic source of life on earth. In financial institutions, in fact, money can be described as life. This means both the cells and money are units which could comprise a large pile of something relatively valuable and thus, are of utmost value.
Why would I be describing cells as money? Well, it is very hard as humans, for us to learn if we cannot link our consequences to our actions. That is why in simple terms, money and cells are being correlated.
Let us start with the description of actions and consequences. Are there any causative agents and consequences for having too many cells in for instance, the blood? Yes, there are and as a matter of fact, I just described LEUKEMIA!
However, someone might ask, what are the consequences of having too much money besides the problem of how to spend it? The bottomline is, supply lessens demand and as well, value. Having/seeking too much money without knowledge of its appropriate usage could warp our value for money as well as life.
Let us take a look at how cancer of the blood resulting from too many blood cells (either from lymphoid or myeloid cell origin) could cause warped value for blood cells. The body responds to leukemia by filtering out these too many cells, thus destroying cells which would have been valuable if it was in adequate proportions.
A basic question to all of us is: Do we value life above money?
                                                   Do we value our normal cells above proliferating cancer cells?
If we really do, we’d find reasons to preserve that which we value so as not to become warped beings.

ITS NOT REALLY ABOUT THE UNIT OF EXCHANGE (MONEY), ITS ABOUT THE VALUE INHERENT IN THEM.

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