Brief Note on Skin

Skin is AMAZING! Clearly I'm no doctor or scientist. If I were, I would not be in law school. My brain does not function in a way which understands the complexities of in depth science. I can do basic physics and I understand most of what was said to me in high school biology, but past that I'm a bit dense. So needless to say, I'm mesmerized by my skin. I've been told it's the body's largest organ. Congratulations skin, seems an accomplishment. As it's an organ, this seems a singular being. This leads me to one of my first interests in skin: one organ having so many different traits. The skin on my elbow and the skin on the back of my knee seem two different animals to me. Yet it's the same organ. FASCINATING!
(word to those reading this, I'm not high, just easily amused)

What triggered this intended brief, but increasingly long, note on skin is the current damage to the skin on my knee. I had the unfortunate experience of sliding my knee across asphalt. As it's healing I'm completely bewildered and yet intrigued by what the skin does. For instance puss. This seems quite nasty, and yet, also seems to be good. Might need to study up on that. And then there's the very orderly and methodological way skin repairs itself. I suppose I'm too basic a person to be able to comprehend what the skin is actually doing without thinking of it in terms of something entirely different. To me, the skin is like ants. Seems to me the cells of the skin are working together to repair, just as ants work together in a methodical way to make ant mounds. I'm sure this is completely untrue, but I just can't help but give some sort of life to the skin. I just can't imagine it as a computer system which works from a program, creating something without any more input than the program. I mean, this skin is MY ORGAN. If I suddenly think of a piece of me as a computer, then the rest of me seems a computer and then there's a whole philosophical debate raging in my mind.

Mr Monkey is attempting to smother himself as my prater is sending the chickens into a clucking frenzy and Mr Monkey had just fallen into his stuffed chair with a good cup of cocoa. In the interest of Mr Monkey's sanity, I will end this. Goodnight.