Where to begin?

right at this moment, i am in a world of misery. my face is flushed with a fever that is only barely reined-in by tylenol. ache, and its good friend, pain, have decided that my lower back is their idea of a resort spa; they don’t seem eager or willing to leave anytime soon. i now know the location of every gland in my body, being as they’ve all declared this their day to party. my white blood cells are having friends over; according to my doctor (Mark Brancel, M.D.–nice man, i like his views on the prevalence of over-medication) the count is something like 13.9 (what that means, i don’t know, but i do know that normal is around 11).

in short, i have a viral infection. or streph, though the quick test came up neg for it. i find out for sure on wednesday. meantime, i suffer. good news is that though a viral infection can’t really be medicated, vitamin c, lots of sleep, good hydration, and three meals a day will go a good ways towards alleviating my sufferings. or at least, they won’t leave me hurting anymore than i already am.

so, being as its past 1 am here, i’m going to attempt to sleep and recuperate. not much truth today folks, writing that intro tuckered me out in the insight department. wish/pray for my good health. or don’t, but remember that you didn’t even want to send a single, paltry thought my way. you callous cad.

In Search of Truth

Truth. We place so much value in truths. Truth has come to connotate purity, and wholesomeness. The idea of Truth lends an image of staticicity, of immobility. Much like Lady Liberty in the harbor of one of our nation’s most beloved cities, the mental image of truth is that it is inassailable, intarnishable, incorruptible. This image, however romantic, is not entirely accurate.

Truth, much like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. One person may view an ideal to be firm and solid, while another sees it as indefinite. One person may believe wholeheartedly in a faith which another views to be a heresy. If I say, for example, that world peace is an attainable goal, and firmly believe in that statement, there will be those who agree with me, and those who disagree. To varying degrees, for varying reasons, and with various evidences (or lacks thereof) to support their viewpoints. But the statement, nonetheless, is a truth to me. You have various truths you ascribe to as well. You may not even realize some of your various beliefs, maybe because you’ve never tested them.

That is not to say that there are not some definable, clear, near-certain truths. For example, if you leapt off the top floor of the IDS Tower in Minneapolis, you will most certainly perish in the fall (or the sudden stop at the end). Or, a little less morbidly: the sun will eventually shine again. Here’s a little more premonitious of a truth: “This too shall pass.” In any regard, this journal is not merely a recording of dreams, thoughts, goals, daily events, triumphs, and losses. It is a quest for the Truth that lies within all. A quest for my own Truths: the ingredients of who i am, the core of my beliefs, the inner sanctum of my mind, and the roots of my faith.

current mood:  contemplative