Unwanted effects of medicine taken.
It is hard to tell what is, by all unwanted.
At times, lines with passion for the mysterious mask of matter stand drawn — unwanted is, illumining sight.
What of it? — It is asked. If sparks of life by medicine are lost, vanishing as living lustre, in favour of transitory wane, in a steady beat of suffering endured?
The dangers it brings he sees not, only an unexpected friendship. Each must believe and live without the burdensome narrative of converting teachings to resist or frustrate. Each is to be free to proclaim through direct experience the gospel of opposites. To swell with one and shrink with the other, for a costly prize of breath. Hum with the experiment and learn the scent that rises from new discovery.
Even so, the borders of matter are not the borders of man, nor of his life. Yet ampler sweeps will not be imposed. If matter’s rule is the closeness sought, for its pleadings with pain, asked to bring health, to fill a lacuna as, immensity gaping widely, the dazzle of matter must take him.
And if he be denied the dazzle expected, unchanged or worsened the hush of health has become, allow him the solitude of his thoughts. Aloof and wide, they may break the code. Reckoning not on virtue or vice, but on the force of life that convincingly cries out in its pain to a law that can be relied on.