My dog will eat my face

While today's podcast begins with a general health update, share my pity onto those who cannot learn from the wisdom from the past, as if they have had to learn to endure hardship for the first time ever. What a terrible form of self-sacrifice. While no two events can be exactly alike, it saddens me that soo many today take from such lessons so as to improve their own or another's lot.

While I have been away since my last podcast, it was not for anything pleasurable. Rather, it's been quite difficult. But alas, I'm still here, and in the course of this episode, I come to a clear epiphany that both explains my drive, and crystalizes a reason for me to hang on, if I can.

My Friday, the 10th, did not go as I expected. The sudden loss of a normal biological function has indicated severe worsening of my symptoms. The end may be neigh.

New indicia of my heart failing to provide appropriate psychological support. And I'm sorta ok with that.

An analysis of the Saturnalia and the subsequent Sol Invictus pagan holiday (the origin of Christmas), and its relation to my life and terminal, but still alive, status.

I'm facing duel existential threats right now. One physical in nature, the other in financial solvency. This has led me to significant vexation and worry. Yes, worry: one of the most silly emotions of the human spirit.

Health update. And a random rant regarding today's all-present spell casting in our societies!

Don't get me wrong: I love my counselor and plan to continue to see them. But in a recent discussion with my counselor, I realized there is a part of my world view that sets uneasy with me. I further don't see if there's anything I can do to get past un an unsettling fact.

Here I give a brief health update, no huge surprises. Then, I reflect on what I see as a growing problem in the United States. Many others have spoke of the polarization of this country being so severe, a second civil war may be oncoming. I add, though, what I think the cause is: the inability to see the world through the lenses of others.

This phrase of yesteryear is apparently truer than I could ever imagine. And, for someone with Congestive Heart Failure (CHF), the consequences can be rather unpleasant.