Thursday, April 03, 2008

Natural Low

And it creeps in. Slowly, but surely. According to schedule. As always.

And it takes on many forms, as many forms as there are people. Different manifestations, almost like symptoms of some mysterious, consequently incurable disease. The malaria, perhaps the bubonic of our age, wreaking havoc beside AIDS for the brutal one-two punch beating: the first hits you in the head when you don't feed your hunger, the second hits you all over your body when you do.

I have always wondered on the timeliness of this phenomenon. Are our body calendars (evolved body clocks, for your information) actually attuned to this, or are the chemical mixtures simply a product of our unfortunate yet inevitable circumstances, victim to the tinge of what we feel more than smell in other organisms?

posted by Ocnarf @ 9:46 PM   0 have spoken

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