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10/12/2004: "Sick"

Illness breeds delusion, I think, and we are deluded enough when we enjoy fine health. When you're really sick you hold all of your perceptions up to the light of skepticism -- you believe none of it, even if you aren't sure what to believe instead. As the illness recedes, though, the strange thoughts, weird spins, and dreamy actions come to seem authoritative and plausible. You feel bad and you suspect the worst -- and human beings, already so mysterious, certainly seem capable of that worst. there is no truth, only perception, and if that perception is corrupted, there is no center.