The Appendix
Consider the lowly appendix, an organ of no plausible function. It is the bastard child of the intestines. It sits like a worm in our bellies, invisible amongst the churning sea of our baser bodily functions. It is the sleeper terrorist in the empire of the guts, a silent citizen awaiting the Voice of Prophet, promised a place in the right Hand of God. And when the Voice comes, it detonates in a blaze of glory and wrecks Holy Vengeance upon the infidels.
On the other hand, what if the reason why we see no practical function for the appendix is precisely because its true purpose is a spiritual one? What if the appendix is the seat of the human soul? What if those of us who have had appendectomies are now soulless?
That would be a so uncool.
