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As usual, what is to be expected, the government plays down the reality of the situation. REMEMBER THIS (minister letting daughter eat burger) “there is no danger from eating beef!” CJD quietly spreads. ‘An estimated 75.000 dying from a bird flu pandemic.‘ Quoted by a minister, seems awfully conservative to me! 50.000.000 died from it in 1918 AND, there was no package holidays, no driving to work across the country, no congested supermarkets, cinema’s airports full of frustrated passenger etc …Are his advisors kissing the proverbial to placate or does he have the real facts and is doing the same to us? I am not plugging my book but it just may help you survive when the proverbial ‘hit’s the fan…’

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You might even be reflecting on your excellent forward thinking. How you cunningly grabbed stores from your supermarket, filled up with petrol. How you grasped your alcohol or tobacco supplies for a few weeks and then battened down the hatches to ride out the storm.

What you did not see, or could possibly have realised in your haste to survive, was that unheard cough whilst filling your supermarket trolley, that faint half hidden sneeze, while you paid the garage attendant for your fuel, that sweaty, clingy hand that gave you change in the off-licence. That phlegm-contaminated door you pushed open in your deliberations to gather your hoard and return to your safe little haven. Then there was that inadvertent sneeze, straight in your face, all over your cleverly conceived, safe, protective, face mask. But what you did not understand about human anatomy was the breeding grounds, the receptors, those lovely warm moist eyes, those watery lachrymal glands which indirectly led to your Eustachian tubes deep in your head.

At first you might notice a mild headache, with your eyes stinging slightly after each sneeze, and then you would start to shiver a little, suddenly you would start to shiver a lot. You would go to bed and hide under your warm duvet. The trouble is it isn’t warm any more. Five duvets on you would not be warn enough, as you curled up and shook, while cold sweat emanating from every pour in your shaking body.

Then delirium will overtake your consciousness. At those times you managed to come around to reality, your head would be aching, your chest aching, your whole body racked with pain. You would be feeling weak and feeble and, at that time, that most miserable time of almost continual suffering, you would know in your heart, that death was fast approaching and your fate was inevitable. It would be just a matter of time and for some, after all they were going through, it would be most welcome.

what would your survival plan be? …comments?

Everyone in the pub looked at this poor collapsed mortal lying on the floor in front of them, and for an instance, all in the bar were united, just for a fleeting, timeless second. To them, he wasn’t ‘Dan the postman’ anymore; he was infection, Bird Flu, contamination, death.

Can you hear silence? The pubs occupants did, or rather perceived it. They felt the awesome emptiness of it. Its void of nothingness, a nothingness of pure thought, pure cold calculation, from a fear. A fear gained from a moment of terrible revelation of consequence.

Whereas to me, desire could be said to be ‘personal gratification’ from what ever interest/addiction you have, be it hunting knowledge, love of drugs, escapism into alcohol, video games, sport etc.

I often think, one, balances the other, but for what overall purpose?
You would be hard put to work all week, enjoying your interest without sleep.
The same would apply if you lived for a thousand years would it not? Waking up each day refreshed to start over again. Would you go insane? Or would you attack your interests from a different perspective, or question the very concept of them? Go forward to a higher plane of thinking, where material knowledge is irrelevant, after all, boredom is only equated to repetition, is it not?
Perhaps to us, from our perspective some ‘learned monk’ procrastinating on a mountain seems like insanity, but to him, we and our little lifestyles may seem insane. Sanity is a matter of perspective is it not? Or is it a matter of iniformity?
Anyway,To you and anyone else that looks at this blog, take a look at my (self-published, vanity at its best), book on amazon. It has some interesting concepts, also a look inside feature now.

The sanity part of that comes from a common criticism of extending the human lifespan, namely that human minds need constant stimulation to function properly – i.e. if we lived forever, we’d go insane from boredom.

Two questions though..

Can you clarify the concept between a desire and an instinct?

“If we can maintain our bodies indefinitely, why not our sanity?”
Question.. Why do you think we would need to ’maintain’ our sanity?
Could you expand on this?