Becoming one's own cell

Imagine if we could be our own cell. We would be 1 dimensional beings, unaware of where we are suspended and what we are doing. Slowly we would evolve into different types of cells, multiply all along happily, eating, breathing and just being blissfully unaware of our real 'body'. We would in the process do countless arbitrary tasks and actions without knowing the 'reason' behind it. We would swim along like fish in the primordial soup of human viscera. All's not well though, because of course there would be death. And obviously there are those 'bad' cells that refuse to go along with the whole thing and suffer and die in the process. Well of course for reasons unknown to their 1 dimensional selves. Perhaps the guy took a beating! The ones who 'evolve', of course, would go on to multiply into various cells of their own choosing (yes that sounds ridiculous but its true) and go on to their respective professions as blood cell, nerve cell, skin cell, dick cell?

The stomach cells get to meet the 'outsiders' first. They kill them off, happily boiling them into primordial soup and passing it on for reasons oblivious to them. Sometimes these outsiders give them a pleasant high, or burning revenge depending on the food the guy eats.
I guess its tough work being a kidney cell. Or a liver cell. Hard work, filtering all these outsiders, all the while grumpily fretting about this unknown intrusion.

Some of these cells would go off to the most interesting profession (for the smart ones?), being a brain cell. And these brain cells would grow into 'the brain' and go on with their usual neuron connecting machine-work.
Well then they discovered, they all communicate through this strange 'medium' (which we humans call electricity).

Some cells, they say, would even wonder about their own existence. Go into denial, and start taking charge.
Not everyone gets along nice you see. They want to do their own thing. Then the guy gets 'cancer' of course.

But cell-life goes on nicely, with its amazing reactions, cells splitting into daugter and mother cells, mass deaths, sacrificing life to clot blood, hunting bacteria and engaging in a little phagocytosis for fun.

What if they all found out one day, that they all belong to the same 'dude'? That they were all dependent on each other? fed each other? played with each other? killed each other? hell, even ended up being each other. Sadly they don't. Not surprising cause the stupid man to whom they belong to cannot realise it either. That he is one stupid cell in some big-assed being.

I think they call him God..