sitting in the dark and sleeping on it for awhile it comes to mind that some of the greatest inventions were the ones that stemmed from pure ingeniousness just forcing itself to the surface.
Twenty plus years passed without a cause. I bled into society like ink on crisp new copy paper. We have raised children with such attitudes and self righteousness as to think they are gods. It's nothing new but it is getting old and taxing on my nerves the older I get. I have spent the bulk of my adulthood being the accidental and unwilling but chosen litmus test to that fact. Not to evoke visions of grandeur as we all know how much I love myself and if not it's been said here and everywhere else, but I feel like I am the physical equivalence of that test to the world and its rampaging population of idiots in the medical fields. By now most everyone near and dear to me have heard first hand the truths about my health. Not all have believed in those truths but that is their own ignorance to recover from as time is short.
I have been searching for answers and in that quest have come to realize there is a reason they call it a practice. People have stopped listening to themselves for some time now and blindly been led like sheep to the slaughter for scientific research and experimentation. Even I have done the same but not so often now as back when I was in my 20's and feared most all authoritative figures. It was brought to my attention that my careening poor health that was on a fast decline seemed too "fantastic" for rational conjecture. Made me think and rack my brain time and again as I intended to agree with this person, though I refused to admit it aloud. There were just too many things wrong with me and everything was giving out like some old piece of equipment that just couldn't be fixed. It stuck in my head that phrase...."what if it isn't twenty or thirty or a hundred things wrong with you but rather one or two that manifests as much more....?"<mind you that isn't verbatim>
Who'd a thought?!? what if it isn't "wrong" with me but rather what is right with me and that I merely wasn't designed to live like the rest of the sheep?? hmmmm...think on it and get back with me or better yet-I'm gonna sleep on it myself and get back with you~mobe's love to ya
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