Well, that will definitely mean I no longer call it hedonism.
I had a memory that the word had been used as I thought, but obviously not so. Your quotes are unambiguous.
To the point, the use of the word was that the cells of my body are not waiting on ‘me’ for instructions. They are already “enjoying “ being alive as cells do.
I couldn’t even name half the cells that exist in this beyond a general knowledge, and maybe a little bit more (I was always a fan of human biology stuff).
As to the cells producing ‘me’. You agree that they are not ‘me’. That was never in dispute, and was never my point.
My point got lost in reference to jellyfish. What I was saying is that none of the cells that make up me are waiting for my next survival plan. They “want” to live intrinsic to be what that are. The neurons, the smooth muscle cells of my heart, to the fibre of my ligaments and so on, are already alive.
I can’t even name them all. There are cells that I will never know the name of. Let alone know what they do, or how many there are of them.
That was the point of the posts. Jellyfish were something that appealed to me because I have been throwing a few back in the river, and I see them daily.