To: Ilaine who wrote (41058 ) 11/4/1999 11:39:00 PM From: Gauguin Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 71178
I can only imagine. I can't see how they get out of there at all. Need some serious design improvements. I am not really an expert. Really. I think I may have a lower than average tolerance. And then I compare myself to where on the scale that lies with chronic pain. For some reason that is driving itself into my perception of pain: What it's like to have it take you over and not let go. I've realized, from afar, that this bizarre state is plague-ing some people. It's hidden. A hidden horror that I can just feel there. It scares me. And I feel bad for those people, because I think they are "surviving," and have no "extra" with which to speak for themselves. To demand equality. It's hard to make passionate and reasoned pleas when you can't think. Who advocates for these people? If we took the energy it takes to stay alive, from a chronic pain person, and put it in a Legislator, we'd see some action . In the beginning, I was just controlling my own pain. Now, in some strange "peculiarity" (I don't know what it is) ~ I've become compulsively tapped into this invisible world of people being literally tortured. When I'm not hurting, I still remember. This "field" force. It hurts.Hurts And I think they're dead and alive. There isn't much worse. Then when one awakens to why , it makes me want to be Oppenheimer's Destroyer Of Worlds. Clear them away, and let the people who consent, administer. Assist. I'm sick of it. Sick of the excuses. I would like to destroy those people who are simply too ignorant, to realize the damage they are doing. Oppressors, is accurate. (I would be interested in hearing some other reasoning besides ignorance as explaining our practices.) These virtual victims have a right to live, whether we have problems with supplying them drugs or not. What precisely ARE those problems? Do our idiotic, (frankly), "problems," outweigh their rights? Spend one day, wait ~ ONE MINUTE ~ in their shoes. Spend a day that way, with no end in sight. It's animalistically cruel. I will go make dinner and get off my soap box. ("Rotary dial.")