Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Behold! A pearl of my wisdom, to share with the world!
I think modern medicine has lost something, a way of thinking about the human body that the early physicians and metaphysicists had seen very clearly. I'm talking, of course, about the four humors that control our health. You will remember that these humors are blood, black bile, yellow bile, and phlegm. Any imbalance of these causes a person to go into a "bad humor", which can only be relieved with emitics, leaches, holes drilled in the head, and the like. Where the old healers missed the boat was in proscribing a treatment-- the above remedies usually did more harm than good, and we remember them as quack remedies. What was lost was the concept of balance, which I think was perfectly valid.
To wit. I always do my best thinking on the crapper. This can only be because I'm pushing out an excess of black and yellow bile, restoring what was an overly bilious state to a more healthy condition. The mind, now back in harmony with the celestial spheres (that's a blog unto itself), can work as the primordial cosmic designer meant it to work. So far I'm not telling you anything you don't already know, but please keep reading. Here's where it gets novel and interesting.
So there I was, thinking with the utmost lucidity. And it occurred to me one of the things about my job that really bugs me is that there are a few people I've really taken a disliking to. But I realized there's something I can do about it.
I made a resolution unto myself that I would make an effort to get to know those people, and to make the greatest effort to really understand the people I like the least, in the hopes that I'll like them better if I know more about them. I was so taken with the notion that I wanted to inscribe it on the bathroom wall, in keeping with the tradition of great thinkers in small Texas towns, but I had nothing to write with.
That's it. That's all I got. Sorry if you were hoping for more. Please forward this message to at least 25 people, and something wonderful will happen to you tomorrow. ¶ 8:04 PM
To wit. I always do my best thinking on the crapper. This can only be because I'm pushing out an excess of black and yellow bile, restoring what was an overly bilious state to a more healthy condition. The mind, now back in harmony with the celestial spheres (that's a blog unto itself), can work as the primordial cosmic designer meant it to work. So far I'm not telling you anything you don't already know, but please keep reading. Here's where it gets novel and interesting.
So there I was, thinking with the utmost lucidity. And it occurred to me one of the things about my job that really bugs me is that there are a few people I've really taken a disliking to. But I realized there's something I can do about it.
I made a resolution unto myself that I would make an effort to get to know those people, and to make the greatest effort to really understand the people I like the least, in the hopes that I'll like them better if I know more about them. I was so taken with the notion that I wanted to inscribe it on the bathroom wall, in keeping with the tradition of great thinkers in small Texas towns, but I had nothing to write with. That's it. That's all I got. Sorry if you were hoping for more. Please forward this message to at least 25 people, and something wonderful will happen to you tomorrow. ¶ 8:04 PM
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Philosophers would say, "Oh, that's just a shit theory," but I think it's great. Sometimes I sit in there so long, trying to come up with a clue about this life I'm trying to live that my legs and feet go all numb. So far, no divine inspiration though, so you should feel very blessed indeed.
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