Dysphasia through Dyspepsia

I looked at Xymphora today, breaking my longer than usual fast from disturbing reading. Scrolling down, I noticed the Google AdSense ads declaring loudly the cheapness of flights to Iraq. After my recent losses through burglary and Google’s insistence on advertising replacement items of similar brands, I had to laugh. If there’s one thing an automated advert system does well, it’s irony.

I had spent a couple of months or more trawling through the hardest-hitting blogs I could find. For a while, I found myself caught up in the maelstrom. Here was a world underneath the world I knew that at first was alluring, truth, lots of it, and none of it pleasant, but all of it captivating. Then there was counter-truth, counter-spin, and outright evil. Eventually, I realised that if I continued the journey, I would never re-surface. Frankly, I don’t have the ability, nor the time, to work out what is really making the world tick. Tick, tick, tick, BOOM!

Fasting is interesting. Food and water one can go without for 13 hours. The restraint of all one’s actions, or rather, being totally conscious of one’s thought processes and making decision at every stage, is a phenomenal discipline. The south Asian tradition is to eat heavy foods for the pre-fast and breakfast meals. Unless one takes precautions, like yoghurt, one tends to feel heartbrun and dyspepsia. I don’t know if there is an equivalent for yoghurt when reading the harder-hitting blogs, so I am, for now, taking the chicken’s way out and not bothering with the indigestible meals at all.