Messages carried along meandering lanes without conscious input by electronic impulses are speeding across the sinews, through the blood avenues and down the back alleys to our feet, on the footpath of life telling us that pressing on is the only
way
forward.
Meanwhile telegrams travel to the very edges of our arterial network sending instructions to our shoulders and on to our arms and hands to move in beautiful unison with our feet thus allowing us to set out using our form of
propulsion.
And so we amble on blissfully unaware of the arduous tasks our body will carry out every second of every day