Im walking past a weedy patch and i imagine someone apologizing for it - yeah that should get cleaned up and i say -oh no thats the most beautiful patch in gloucester, thats earth doin its creative beautiful thing, and she goes -oh no its messy ugly disease will come from there...
and so then i think.. what IS disease? genetic diseases, cancer, us treating our bodies poorly and they fail and all maner of infectious germs and whatnot tryin to live in us and ultimately that bodies DO come apart horribly and die
and i realize that's the wrong question. disease isn't the thing to wonder about as an oddity. disease IS life. disease is the act of life growing exploring failing creating.
the oddity to wonder about is ego, what are these egos that we've come to hold onto so tightly that we've long ago imagined some perfect eternally static riskless infantile bliss heaven where we were once perfect eternal souls and then we performed some crime (the cime of growing up and becoming adults!) and got sentencd by our raging alcoholic father to this nighmare of what we percieve as corruption.
I wonder when humanity will come to embrace adulthood? (he muses... while we contemplate electing an 11yr old as president of 300,000,000 people)