Way of the Aspirin

Post surgery, I am confronted by a reflection of my ribcage-cracked, stitched-up self in the bathroom mirror. There is a beatific beard, etiolated limbs, and stoic, agelessly unblinking eyes. I look like el Greco's vision of the crucifixion and wonder why being gravely ill always casts a holy aura across the patient's face. What does this say about illness? What does this say about holy men? Perhaps the most pious and devout of medieval hermits were merely suffering from a slight angina. Perhaps the illusion of spiritual enlightenment is nothing a couple of ibuprofen cannot cure.

Comments

[Giric]

Me thinks our dear friend is speaking while still under the divine influence of pain killing narcotics. Tho I have often wondered what the drug of choice was in the old societies, they all had them didn't they? I believe a fair number of the modern prophets were influenced by the ingestion of any number of opiates. Many wishes for a soon recovery.

[Laurent]

That's an interesting take.

[Tatyana]

at least you can see in the mirror all parts of your body assembled. when I woke up after an intravenous knock-out, I could only concentrate my glance at one body part at a time, everything else was sorta fading out. and - yeah - they looked suspiciously slim, divinely inspired from above and intelligent, almost communicative each by itself.

welcome back, happy you're here

[Mia Wolff]

welcome back to the land of words and thoughts

[custom essays]

Hope you'll recover asap and we will enjoy your new posts!
Take care!