Being sick

Being sick sucks. There is no more artful way to say it I’m afraid, for true viral or bacterial illness is no work of art from the humans’ view point. The gnawing ache pulling at your back and shoulders; nose and sinus filled like a splitting stuffed bell pepper; pulsating dull pain piercing the back of your scull and splashing throbbing against your forehead.  Of course, this is not the view for the living invaders themselves. We do not often yield to a concept that these microscopic miscreants are alive much less conscious; a particular human quirk developed for anything we wish to kill. And yet, we have, as a society often personified illness in a verity of forms. Whether they, voracious viruses and bellicose bacteria, have a mind or not, it is clear that the way they live there lives is a type of poetry. They live off of us as we live off the earth; they live together in tight little societies, enjoying the bounty of our bodies as they multiply and grow; generation upon generation they watch their collective situation improve; forging paths forward with all their hope placed in their society. The best viruses, from our view point at the very least, are those who can live in tandem with our fragile biology; multiplying and enjoying their existence without going to such extremes as to endanger their hosts’ living existence. Many of the friendlier parricidal beings we live with have actually improved our own circumstances in ways we, more than take for granite, don’t even know exist. It’s the evil tribes of sickness that we regard with so much distain; their insidious ways providing us with torment, suffering, and at times death. These are the truly foolish clans of disease for their fate is fixed. We humans, their anchored planet of existence, will take notice of them and use everything in our power to crush the annoying threat to our own comfort. If unsuccessful, the invaders may win and, in a twist of painful attrition, destroy the host which once gave them a home and life. A certain lesson should be taken by humans from this macabre play preformed on life’s stage. Though the setting may be of a different local, the principals are the same; humans as a collective of breathing life should be kind to their gracious home. We should attempt to live in a harmony with our world and any others we may join with, never taking more than can be safely offered, so that a benefit between world and inhabitances can be enjoyed.