The Inhuman Condtion

I love that title. ;) Not my own. I first saw it at a Barnes & Noble in Long Beach; the title of a Clive Barker novel. I haven't really gotten into Barker's literary work, save for the great Quiddity Trilogy which I love so dearly. Oh how I'm dying to get my hands on that third book. Anyway, I haven't branched out and read the rest of his catalogue because I just have so many other things on my plate and... maybe there's a fear that the rest of it won't live up to the greatness that I've already experienced. But if I ever were to delve into his work further, I think I would go against the grain of my character and jump straight to The Inhuman Condition. I love that title so much. It's one of those things that made me think, I wish I would've written that. If given the time I'm sure I would've. It's so great. Works on so many levels. It really makes me wonder what the actual book might be about. There's so many possibilities.

Anyway, I'm sick. I kept thinking about the Human Condition today. This one aspect, the physical. I hate this. I hate it all. I want it to go away. Deliver me from this evil. I just want to be light right now. I want to be divorced from this shell. It's so... heavy. It's all mucus and pain. I hate being sick!!! :P It really brings me down. I feel like I'm not here, like I've been hijacked. Thankfully I don't feel sick, but in a way that's worse. The mind is here, I feel fine... but my body is a wreck. I'm so numb and... just miserable. It's everything. It's the nerves, the hair, the flesh, the eyes, the sinuses, etc. I want to escape.

It's a weak charm, but I just keep meditating on the thought that things could be worse. But isn't that always the case? But it's working I suppose. I wouldn't dare call what I'm going through suffering. This isn't true pain. So I'm toughing it out the best I can, if not for myself than for those true wretches. I'm near the ocean right now. I've the breeze coming through. This is nothing. It'll pass.


DS333, wading.