A Secret Weapon

If indeed all problems are but symptoms, and all medicines placebos, then might all words be but euphemisms?

Another secret weapon that should be tucked in the belt of all mid-full travelers:

Take conscious responsibility for all things, especially those that seem totally not of your doing, or desire, and beyond any perceivable control.

The ancient notion of Men wanting to be the “servant of God,” can be seen as the desire for an acknowledged position with an identifiable master, or partner, rather than a helpless wanderer in Life’s overall, impersonal dance.

Although ordinary memory is a way in which Life works through Man to recycle previously spent energies, the Few must note that although such memory can apparently raise-the-dead, it cannot return to it the healthy-blush-of-life.  (Hence, you could say that the only good memory is a forgotten one.)

Might there be no nouns, only the matter of seamed-together-scenes as flashed through the projector of fragmented consciousness?  (Perhaps after death, instead of a physical paradise, Life will award Oscars to the most disjointed.)

J.