Food As Medicine Is the Easy Part

Sometimes, with our heads up in the clouds, we miss out on the amazing things that are down here.

There is the great joy of watching the stock-market collapse, the real estate lending industry stop lending, the interest rates beginning their relentless climb.

How long I have waited for that!

Dear Jesus. Can I have one of those?
Jesus: Yeah, nah Calvin. You can't.
Me: I meant a coffee.

...The hardest part about life is waiting for the inevitable.

I always worry about other people getting sick, because I know they will mostly not have the same ideas and tools that are available to me, and also, sometimes it takes time to fix sicknesses anyway. Regardless of how great your 'medicine' is.

Leaving aside the completely miraculous, of course.

So when you are not ill, not suffering from Dengue or Covid or Faux-pox or any other good stuff, this is when you you should build your body's strength up. Because, it is precisely when things are working, that all the tiny nutrients are able to be optimally distributed throughout your body.

It's no use when your blood flow is restricted and you have headaches and neuralgia and so on - trying to spread out all the micro-minerals and other special things that your body likes. That's the time for sleeping and painkillers.

Again, too much is no good. Anything in wrong amounts can be counterproductive.

There are these things called 'french dip sandwiches.' 

Have you had them? I'm sure you must have. They get a bit of french onion soup, more or less, not quite, because real french onion soup takes hours and hours to make - well, a kind of soup with caramelized onions - and stick it 'on the side' in a little dish, with big long baguettes and proper roast beef slices and Gruyere cheese. And you dip your baguette into that, see.

And, you probably have something like real Trappist dark ale - like, um, 'La Trappe brune.'

And then, when your eyes start rolling back in your head, you know the medicine is working.

Afterwards, you can collect some of your cedar sprigs, and shove those inside a small silk bag and place that neatly beneath your pillow for when you are sleeping...

Oh yes, you can see we are heading back up into the clouds again, can't you?

So...

Back to the little laser light thingy.

Here you are, sitting merrily in the almost abandoned space station, and there is hardly anyone up here.

Then all of a sudden three other figures approach you and sit around in a circle... ...you're all in a circle there. The air is not cold. It's quite pleasant, the place is fully functioning, no problem. It's just all of the original occupants were slaughtered or ran away and left the place, abandoned.

Maybe we're around, oh, um, Jupiter? Say? Somewhere...

Anyway, you are holding your modest little personal salt rock crystal, right up to where your heart is.

(You get this now, don't you? You know what's about to happen... Don't you? Well -, tell me. What happens next?).