“Life itself is a disease with a very poor prognosis, it lingers on for years and invariably ends with death ” ~Carl Jung
Carl Jung use to look like this near the end of his own “prognosis”:
One wonders if guys like him were ever happy. I don’t get the sense that happiness was ever on their agenda. Look at all the great Western philosophers and show me how many were happy. I don’t think I am happy either. I don’t even seem to want to be. So there it is.
This morning follows the previous day, but the previous day is not really over yet.
PROCEDURE:BRAVO, or Bravo, or Bravo 48 hr Ph monitoring. Along with an upper endoscopy, the bravo procedure was done to me yesterday whey most people were having lunch. A small Ph monitoring transmitter, a bit larger than a Tylenol capsule is attached to the esophagus to register Ph activity due to reflux and the like. It looks like this:
It can be for a 48 or 96 hour recording period. Mine is 48, thank you. A small receiver and recorder, about the size of an old fashioned pager is kept at all times with the patient within three feet during the recording period. Imagine this: before this miniature technology a small wire ran up the esophagus out of the patient’s mouth to the reorder. You can find a picture of an unhappy looking middle-aged man looking straight at you with this wire coming out of the corner of his mouth. So I have very little to complain about all things said. The results of this test is all important to qualifying for getting on the lung transplant list. Obviously they aren’t going to plug some new lungs on to a broken pipe. I’m OK with that. Good plumbing is good plumbing.
The recorder I am using looks like this:
There are better ones. Good luck and all.
More importantly is that I got that Jung quote from listening to an Alan Watts recording which kind of popped up in front of me on Youtube while I was doing something else of which I can’t remember any more. Watts was speaking on the topic “Why Proper Discipline is Important” which I thought ironic enough to just let play on while I did other things. But I ended up doing his thing, more or less.
Discipline is a dirty word, he says, at least in our usual usage, and he chooses to replace it with “skill” which, face it, does sound much more appealing. After some comparisons to children having to learn to play the piano etc., he gets to the point of the spiritual journey, and how LSD became so popular among the young people of the 60s and 70s, but also how such unprepared tripping misses the mark regarding really gaining anything substantial – whatever that is.He is referring to the spiritual quest of the youth (WASP) of the period. There is clearly more to discuss on this topic, but what I liked was that one might make this “trip” and come back and say “wow, that was far out” or something or other, but really have little tangible to show for it. He states that “It is the immemorial wisdom that everyone who takes the heroic journey must bring something back,” in order to prove it. Maybe. Good thing to think about.
I think about LSD in particular a lot and have read some on the topic and watched some videos on Youtube. The early work by the likes of Aldous Huxley, and even Bill Wilson (known for his part in creating AA) with of course Alan Watts and a few other familiar names, Tim Leary perhaps the most obvious if not the most constructive, are fascinating.
Why does LSD fascinate me? It is because it offers the experience of connectivity. Connectivity is the common thread I found among my readings and viewings. This refers to the successful “trips” which had some manner of safety controls in place. I had one crummy and fairly paranoid trip mostly by myself under the covers of my bed when I was sixteen or so. I never tried it again. I do not regret having not actually taken it, so much as not having “experienced” it. I feel the same way about the Vietnam war. I certainly do not wish to have participated in it, but long for the genuine kind of “knowing” of it that only those where were there can truly have.