Little is known about why we itch. It is a mystery after all. I suspect it is that infamous energy inside the body that roams up and down the DNA structure and labels itself as God (DIEU). This setting to revenge the human souls.
They certainly do not know why they created us, now they want us to know that they really exist but perhaps in a spooky way. Humans, on the other hand, do not care to know these things. When the revelation of the spirit comes upon one human it demands to do in a way that is pleasing to the world. This will avoid a trip to the mental institution. We, humankind, just want to Live, Laugh & Love.
Talking about itching all over the body. Sometimes we can see a cause of the itch, such as a scab or an insect bite. Stimulating pain receptors can cause itching, but no nerve endings have been specifically connected with itching alone.
For sure, thinking about an itch can bring on the urge to scratch, search no more, it is what has invaded me one night as I slept, many many years ago.
Health and detoxification is a very depressing process and subject, if I may say… I often try to chose meats and veggies that are meant to enjoy and the fact that they are good for you is merely secondary.
What is good for humans? I suppose, it’s a combination of somebody too nobody, including exercises. So, off I go for an acrobatic pose.
Happiness to me is being able to eat Gourmet foods…According to philosophy, happiness being so high on today’s agenda has to do with secularization. In early christianity, they formed the idea that suffering is part of life on Earth and perfect happiness cannot be achieved. The idea was, only good christians would be rewarded with eternal happiness.
Now that the notion of heaven has been dismissed by many, we want heaven here on earth. Happiness and the pursuit of it has become a goal in itself. What’s important is that we believe that we are entitled to it.
Happiness has become something to own, something that you can buy. Whoever fails to be continually happy is seen as a loser.
They called me Pinky, instead of my name Phoebe. I was a fragile little girl in an immature body. I was perhaps four years old. One day I became so ill, that I started to hallucinate. My care-giver couldn’t figure it out that my fever was way too high for the sake of it. I stated to sing this favorite Sunday school song. Goodbye, goodbye to you, goodby to you, until another sabbath, I say goodbye to you. After that crumbling episode imagine how scared I was to her. My grandmother stepped in and asked me a simple question, are you leaving, are you dying and a simple word must have brought me back to life.
Today, I worked on my flavors. Home Baked biscuits with store bought Tomato Pesto.
Mind you, these are all new foods that I am testing to see how life can be, feeling upright. Not bad, but for me, I am trying to discover my intolerances to foods I like to eat. I guess I’ll give a better verdict overnight. Off to discover another flavor 🙂