A Radical Assessment

I don't believe I've ever mentioned my free radical war campaign. I don't know when it started exactly, but once I learned that I had these... things in me I haven't been able to shake it from my mind. The enemy within. The term itself is loaded. I keep visualizing these little creatures, free floating and reckless destroying my body. Tiny bulls in one big china shop. And I think about the damage. What's happening. What it will bear. I fear it. I often wonder about the damage that's inherit in my physical being. What's lying in wait, in my code, waiting to spring forth. It's all there, sickness and disease, waiting. Our genetic structures, biological blueprints foretelling our physical destinies. I'm a firm believer that everything that happens we intend, even if we aren't aware of it. All the horrors in my life are of my own conjuring. The largest horrors, a collaborative effort. We need challenge and struggle. The hope is these things will result in change and growth. Petrification, stagnation and the rest of their sort being the feared alternative. I'm of two people. There is the person I know, who can speak, who can be seen, who can be felt... clearly. And there is the muddy impression of a shadow of a self. He's silent and hidden. He throws up these things. His arsenal is the accidental and the unexpected. His allies are creatures like these free radicals, just as silent and hidden. They work for and against me. Working to an end I can't see. I wonder of their conspiracy. What will come next. When it will come. And as much as I've a mind for destiny I've a mind for free will. I can't stop what's coming, something will come. But I do have some degree of control, I have a say in what will come... or rather, what will not. At least, that's the hope...


DS333, antioxidant advocate.