Since I had reason I pondered. I wondered, I criticized, I penetrated with hawk eyes the false and odious no longer just of the social, of the human but even the biological, the fake images we have of these entities and phenomena in our minds for comfort, have thwarted the best I could facades to meet the incredible, the insane; and yes, it's true, also beautiful and worthwhile, although this is already given enough hype to avoid the attention of the immediate and metaphysical dilemmas of an existence based on deception, in hypnosis. In recent years, as guided by a fatal hand that wants me to hurry the cup to the dregs, the suffocating and inescapable circumstances of my situation as chronically ill have led me to acknowledge not in a no theoretical way, but horribly experiential, empirical, what there is of false, hypocritical, so cruelly conformist and coward in my family and the medical corpus ...
I swear to God I would have preferred to never have had to deal with the truth of the medical system and the "incorruptible" scientific apparatus in other way than intellectually and intuitively , since they are obviously not yet the greatly proud, wise and objective savants of humanity that is intended. But then, there is a difference between diffusely sensing as you go on with your life that things "are not right", but YOUR things are right, than to be be totally fucked and kept sick by the incompetence of the supposed professionals you seek for a disease that will change its name and the amount of derision depending of the "proud erudite" that you naively visit.
And now that I wield a two-handed sword of truth against the dozen of shit doctors I've ever met, and the people who follow them despite all evidence to the contrary, I have to come out and admit that when I was healthy I thought people with chronic fatigue or fibromyalgia were some kind of depressive whiners. How sad to be part of that vast majority who do not understand the pain of others until they experience it.
I swear to God I would have preferred to never have had to deal with the truth of the medical system and the "incorruptible" scientific apparatus in other way than intellectually and intuitively , since they are obviously not yet the greatly proud, wise and objective savants of humanity that is intended. But then, there is a difference between diffusely sensing as you go on with your life that things "are not right", but YOUR things are right, than to be be totally fucked and kept sick by the incompetence of the supposed professionals you seek for a disease that will change its name and the amount of derision depending of the "proud erudite" that you naively visit.
And now that I wield a two-handed sword of truth against the dozen of shit doctors I've ever met, and the people who follow them despite all evidence to the contrary, I have to come out and admit that when I was healthy I thought people with chronic fatigue or fibromyalgia were some kind of depressive whiners. How sad to be part of that vast majority who do not understand the pain of others until they experience it.
