Once upon a time there was a blood corpuscle named Barry. He lived and worked with his blood brothers and sisters to maintain the operational health and integrity of their human host. This included rushing to the face when their human host was angry, leaving the face when their host was frightened, going to the stomach when their host was hungry and entering the various muscles as needed.
Barry and all his other blood buddies had to make sure they were perfectly attuned to the thoughts and wishes of their host or the entire organic system would quickly come to ruin. Most of the time it was a pretty straightforward job.
Then one day Barry and his platelet pals were given a strange new order from the host’s brain. They had just left the liver on their return back to the heart when they received orders to take a detour. Barry’s usual path took him to the heart where he would then be pumped into the lungs. This normal route allowed him and his pals to ditch old, unhealthy and heterogenous substances they had picked up along the way and to freshen up with a new supply of oxygen. That always felt great.
The lungs served to scrutinize the worthiness of the materials Barry and his friends were carrying. Again, this process was to assure that the quality of the blood corpuscles would perfectly reflect and correspond to the quality of their host’s heart and mind. But now they were being told to change their normal routine.
Apparently, their host was at that moment telling a big fat lie for the purpose of deception. Barry and his fellow corpuscles now had to find a way to imitate this diversion through taking a new direction in the body. What made this particularly challenging for Barry is that their host was spouting high-sounding, noble ideas, which involved the host’s intelligence but cleverly hid the intentions of the heart.
Barry and his company of corpuscle-friends were given orders by the brain to take a detour from the heart, passing immediately through the aorta and vena cava before returning back into the lungs. Barry realized that by going to the lungs through a less direct path, he was mimicking his host’s efforts to keep his thoughts refined yet separated and abstracted from his heart’s quality. This tricky maneuver permitted the host to communicate high-sounding ideals while sparing the heart’s intentions from coming under any direct self-scrutiny.
Over time, the host’s deceit became habitual and Barry was less able to jettison the hazardous materials from the host’s body because they now mirrored the toxic proclivity of the host’s heart. Barry noticed that he and his pals were getting thicker, heavier and stickier. Barry also noticed that the host was suffering from bouts of melancholy. If this was allowed to continue, Barry and his friends would eventually be forced to form dangerous clots in order to faithfully mimic the poisonous principles that were adhering to and “gunking-up” the host’s value-system.
Then one day a miracle happened.
Barry and his red-blooded buddies suddenly found themselves receiving directions to begin traveling through the coronary vessels of the heart in a new way that allowed them to pass rigorous inspection in the lungs not once, but two or three times, before being pumped out the ascending and descending aorta and back into the rest of the body. Barry and his cousin corpuscles felt happiness and levity again as they were able to expel their noxious substances with greater zeal.
Barry learned from what was going on in the brain that their host had found God again and began a new life of introspection, incorporating spiritual principles back into his life. It was because of this new endeavor of intensive introspection by the host that Barry and his platelet pals could again take their chemical baggage to be properly inspected by the lungs, bringing new life and vigor to the entire hemoglobinic community and ultimately to their human host.