An Ounce of Pretension is an
Epicure.
The biotic dialogue in the human organism has had some curious turns.
Worse is the capacity within humans for denial. A refusal to admit to the obvious in favor of the
preeminary. A preference for the useless
plaudits and praises of others.
Forget the damned prize. The prize is useless. If you're in it for the prestige, get out of the business.
How could a people locked in the stone age enjoy such almost perfect health while some of the most advanced civilizations suffer plague after
horrendous plague? And when they bumped into the Americas, finally, imagining that to be some fabulous achievement, they refused to acknowledge the most important thing medicine could have ever discovered. The natives were
extraordinarily healthy. But they couldn't acknowledge that, or even admit it.
The greatness of their civilization had forced an interruption in the biotic dialogue of the biospheric topography of their native
proximity. Whereas the native Americans, living a survival lifestyle, had in their bodies, unbeknownst to them, an
excellent dialogue with the biological aspect of their particular environment.
From what little I can yet glean on the matter, so far I've noted that said biotic dialog gets an interrupt when a temporary cure in imposed on any of
myriad infections, thus acting in favor of the infection, causing it to mutate into the so-called
super germs.
So it wasn't primitive cultures that caused the cultivation of plague infection, it was a level of advancement in the treatment of disease. Cures were being found by those ancient physicians, that were unacknowledged temporary stop-gap measures. Noted achievements; un-noticed brevity of effectiveness. Brilliant, yes. But in medicine, brilliant is not good enough.
You're in a field where human intelligence is inadequate if you're in medicine. But there are other qualities in humans beyond, yes, "beyond" reason. Put
intelligence back in the tool kit for a while, it's really no good for dealing with paradox. How about a little honest down-to-earth observation for a change?
Right. You need to be looking at this from now on. No more mister denial. No more jewel of denial. They should have noticed this four thousand years ago. But no. They wanted to be the renowned healers, the venerated physicians. And on and on they go. And now, bud, you've got diseases waiting in the wings that will be on you so fast, you won't have time to name them.
And something more, whoops, there goes the immune systems of your patients. And we're not only talking people, here, we're
also talking the realm of the vetenary sciences, that brings in equine, canine, avian, all sorts of animals from domesticated to wild
specimens in zoological institutions and on and on. All because you thought you were so smart if you're one of those people: the doctor of this with the doctorate in that. What is it with you guys? Well, as they say on the street, you've got an attitude.
The real cure was in the prevention. Not the black death of the silk road, but the survival lifestyle of the ancient Americas. Let's forget the
prestige and do a bit of honest science for a change. Ah, but you don't dare. Somebody might steal your research before you publish. Let me tell you something about recognition. If you wait for that, for your ship to come in, it may never happen.
Discovery is unlimited. The true scientist doesn't just discover one thing in a lifetime. Those once-in-a-lifetime guys were phonies.
Charlatans, fakes. Because discovery is external to the individual. It's UNLIMITED. Within a half year you could come up with several thousand earth-shattering projects, even without a high I.Q. The fake comes up with one or two things and that's when the trouble starts, because those one or two things start causing more trouble than solutions. They are unable to deal with the ensuing variables. They are lousey scientists.
We've had enough of those guys. They've been the inept, unwitting destroyers of civilization for the millennia that there were acknowledgments for human achievement and other such useless stuff. It comes down to this: do you want to do some good or do you want to pretend. Because if you're in it for the
prestige, you can forget science and just go to the amusement park and hop on the fantasy land mad hatter tea-cup ride, 'cause that's where you belong.
And now the venerable healers bring us saars. What was it this time, the rhino horn
or the ocelot balls? The sad part is, they must have been on to something, but it wasn't good enough. They weren't able to deal with the variables, they stimulated the survival mechanics and the bug mutated. It looked like a great achievement but it was only a lousey
interrupt in the biotic dialogue.
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