Herr Eisenheim said:
Interesting, I haven't experienced any physical symptoms whatsoever, but the depression - boy I don't remember feeling so low ever. It has been only few weeks that I am slowly coming out of it.
I would have never made the connection with the Paleobug.
I didn't come down with the bug. In fact, at Paleofest and in the couple weeks after I felt pretty good, physically and emotionally. But after that, my sleep started getting out of whack, culminating in a couple nights of really poor sleep just last week. I've also been going through some rough emotional spells. Last night was the worst. I don't know the best way to put it into words. Basically I was crying for all the illusions I hold about myself, and have held for as long as I can remember. Thinking I am a certain way, have certain qualities, but confronting the reality of my own 'nothingness'. A machine, totally controlled by external forces. No unity, basically a taxi for whichever passenger comes along for the ride. Changing from one minute to the next. Not a pretty picture.
So then comes the question, what to do now? The best answer I can come up with at the moment: stay active. Do whatever there is to do. Like with courage and fear, the courageous one is the one who experiences fear, but acts anyways. If I am nothing, then at least I can sincerely 'pretend' to be something. Maybe one day I will be that something, but if not, at least I will have tried, and perhaps accomplished something by helping those that have. And along the way, I can observe myself. Get to know myself as impartially as possible. What is the attitude of the Cosmic Mind towards its creation? In nature there is good and evil. Nature can be, and is, cruel and harsh. But DCM blinks neither at the light nor the dark, but sees each as it is, as a part of itself. So, as a part of the whole, I, too, can see my two natures. Yes, there is a dark part - a lazy, mechanical, nothingness. But there is also the possibility of intelligence, goodness, being, Doing. When I die, the things that matter won't be what people thought of me, but what I did with the time I had. Will I have squandered it all with needless worries and distractions? Or made something of myself, and helped ease the burden of those around me?
As things go South on this planet, I think it's time to buckle down. However long we have, it's best to use that time. Our future may depend on it, and there sure as Hades ain't anyone else doing anything about it! If 200 people can make a difference, why not strive to become one of those 200? Not because it looks good on a resume, but because it really may be our only hope. Yeah, it's the most difficult thing in the world to become and stay objective, but where would the fun be without a challenge? </depression-induced pseudo-metaphysical ravings!>