Friday
How to provide purpose and direction without having any purpose or direction? I don't know, yet.Arthritis drills jaggedly through bone and marrow without any purpose. It's a wild dog, a feral cat, an independent entity. Devoid of reason. Existing to eat me. Nibbling at my body without knowing it exists. Two borrowers of my time and my space. I truly feel that I'm a tenant in my own body, with increasing dry rot.
For my body, read this World we live on and live off. We too are only tenants on this rock in space. We cultivate and nurture its resources in order to plunder them for our own ends. Is this all man is? He takes. He spoils. He pollutes. He rapes the earth.
This planet is all we have, but we do not own it. We are passing through. For a shortening time we are stewards. Our homes belong to posterity. Our houses will remain while we depart. So much for possession. Abraham is the father of the U.S and of Iran. And of Israel and her neighbours. We sit and listen to madmen claiming the moral high ground. Claiming God on their side, all sides.
We are at the mercy of ill-developed intellects, that delight in fighting over their power-toys. Read Sasoon and Owen. Children sent to sacrifice themselves on the altar of egos. Again. Absolute power continues to corrupt as ever it did and sadly, always will. I fear that only the discovery of oil under the parched lands of Darfur will save another generation born into death.
I finish my Aldara tomorrow. It has laid me low.
I still wait for Apnoea clarification. J has taken up the baton once more to chase the results.
Mental Health provision has been a success story in comparison to all other NHS initiatives. But its success means that monies harboured will be taken away to bale out the losing flagships of the NHS. (I do love a good pun or two) Melvin Bragg (Lord) is 'upset' with the falling provisions for mental health clients and their carers.
Neil Kinnock berated Derek Hatton at a Labour Party Conference some years ago, for scurrying around a city handing out redundancy notices to workers in the council. Patricia Hewit is very close to being compared to Derek Hatton.
What a bloody mess.
I have rambled through this contribution. Perhaps I'm getting to be like J Joyce? Or is it the meds? Whatever it is, it's a bloody mess.
posted by john @ 11:36 pm
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