We live in a curious culture. We have been groomed to believe that if we do everything right, that no harm will befall us. Can we prevent anything from happening? I wonder.
Our culture welcomes any physical diagnosis, over one that questions our sanity – chronic fatigue replaces bad nerves. Chemical imbalances more acceptable than the crazy label.
There’s a line in a song, that I’m fond of that goes like this. “I’ve always been crazy but it’s helped me from going insane.”
I met Rex. He’s a dog. We talk about these things. It seems perfectly sane to me.