You've come down with a rather unique
ailment.
Your mind is obsessed, night and day, with
cataloging all those things that might
be wrong with you.
"SARS? yep, I probably caught that off
the drinking fountain the other day"
"Foot and Mouth Disease? It could be
making a come back!"
"I don't like the look of that
mole."
However, behind the eye that reads this there
is a much more serious condition afoot,
an insanity more prevalent than any mass
contagion
You see, you've mistakenly identified
yourself with the name on your Driver's
License.
You somehow believe you are separate from
that which spins planets and hatches new
galaxies just before the morning tea.
You've already won the lottery and yet you
still live like a pauper.
My friend,
If you can become the sweetest tear you've
ever cried, I'll have no choice but to make a
few phone calls on your behalf.
With any luck, we'll have you jumping up and
down like some crazed game show contestant by
sundown.
