Week of May 28, 2023 – Steaming Apple Pie, Dahlias, & Consciousness is Cure.

(Above: A Dalia flower in the dawn of 5/30/2023. Un flor de Dalia en el amanecer de 30/5/2023.)

5/28/2023: Today began in the high 50s and warmed into the mid 80s. Sunny, blue skies.

5/29/2023: Today began in the low 60s and warmed into the mid 80s. Sunny morning, cloudy afternoon.

5/30/2023: Today began in the high 60s and warmed into the mid 80s. Cloud cover in the afternoon reduced temperatures into the low 80s.

5/31/2023: Today began in the high 60s and warmed into the mid 80s. Partly cloudy throughout.

6/1/2023: Today began in the low 60s and warmed into the mid 80s.

6/2/2023: Today began in the high 60s and warmed into the low 80s. Oddly cool weather for June.

6/3/2023: Today began in the high 60s and warmed into the mid 80s. Partly cloudy throughout.

Final Note: Epigraph draft from Bakkan – P1 S2 C12:

“Ah, really… what from? Lost where now? The Hakuunai River Basin? …across the East Sea? Good.

“…No, no, Ras, I don’t mean it that way. You know, I once helped the Count?

“…You didn’t? Well, there’s a story you’ll appreciate. As you know, Berd was one of the most brilliant minds in the Empire. He could solve near any mathematical problem in that big head of his, and he could memorize alchemical formulae that even I struggle with on paper. He composed music of incredible detail, he painted murals of such reality it felt like one could just walk right in… And what a cook! He could take the vilest ingredients – duck droppings being one fine example – and transform them into a repast suitable for even the most discerning palates. It was as if he’d stepped right out of the Era of Cretencia.

“One day, though, the Count began studying the human body, all its parts, and the ailments that could afflict them. With that newfound knowledge, his mind – so fecund, so active – turned its attentions to all that could go wrong instead of all that did go right. The potency and the joy that had inhabited his works began to corrode under that pall of potentialities he had not before known, and fear infected his every waking hour.

“He began to wear goggles of such a tint he could barely see – ‘to protect my eyes,’ he said – and he wore clothing of such weight that he could no longer go outdoors without nearly suffocating in the springtime sun… the sun from which he was hiding his skin. His hands became cracked with the constant washing, he ate some awful mélange of eggs and pinebark that was supposed to contain a perfect array of calorie and micronutrient, and he lived in almost complete isolation in hopes of not contracting some ailment or ague from visitors.

“Being a doctor of sorts, I was one of the only ones the Count permitted himself to see during that time, and on noting what was happening, I spoke bluntly to him; ‘Greg, I think you are ill’.

“To this, he became upset, stating that it could not possibly be. He had taken every measure to prevent it, after all, and he had tested all the humors himself – ‘Blood, bile, phlegm… BOTH biles: all are at proper levels,’ he said.

“But I persisted in my attack, saying; Look at yourself, Greg. Before, you were creating marvelous works of art, you enjoyed society and they enjoyed you. You enjoyed living! …but now look. Look at this decrepit existence you’ve adopted. Think of the quality of your life, of all the time and the joy – think of the joy you have lost. What makes this any different than a disease in its own right, and a terrible one at that?

“I must have chosen the right words, for the Count returned to himself within moments. He shed off those extra layers of clothes, tossed his lenses aside, and threw his arms about me in an embrace.

“He’d been locked in his own mind, Ras, locked in a vicious cycle of worry. He’d worry and worry, and when things went well – when the humors were all at their proper levels – his mind couldn’t help but think ‘worry got me this far, so let me keep on with it.’ Meanwhile, he had that pall growing in his head that was doing worse for him than any tumer ever could… and that’s the insidious thing about worry. It distracts the victim. It makes every threat all-too-visible. Every threat, excepting itself.”

– Court Alchemist Auriel to Raswald Streeph on the disappearance of Count Gregory Berd and the origination of his first medical pamphlet: “Hypochondriasis & Generalized Anxiety – Consciousness is Cure”

1 thought on “Week of May 28, 2023 – Steaming Apple Pie, Dahlias, & Consciousness is Cure.”

  1. Consciousness, a cure no doubt, but also a burden at times for some. Much enjoyed the glimpse of the book and all the pictures

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