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in need of social medicine

the old man sees a doctor: I am sick I am not sick I am old… how are you sick? the doctor asks see? why should I come if I knew how I’m sick? no seer asks the what or the how I am sick she knows it: she tells what rituals to do and to heal fast and last I’d rather see a seer and go home and stretch my legs to my coffin length… he staggers to walk out turns to the doctor speaks to the patients in the waiting room: dead or dying I am as alive as many of the living!

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Date: 11/29/2015 10:18:00 AM
The inner death of the spirit is far more painful than the dieing of the body.
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