Sometimes we are stupid. Sometimes our stupidity gets so out of
control that we need an intervention.
Small at first, but as our mind goes more mental our body intervenes
more and more.
Our body warns us not to eat
something with our basic senses.
Something may not look, smell, feel, taste, or sound right. But our minds can be persistently
problematic. So the intervention
increases. It sends the mind a little
bit of pain or augmented annoyance. But
our mind sometimes doesn’t get the message and distances itself from the
discomfort.
But our mind continues to make
multiple mistakes even when our body is stepping up the discomfort. So it increases the intensity. The pain perpetuates, an upset stomach turns
into nausea. The body begins to warn the
mind that if it continues to do damage to itself that it will be forced to take
control.
As clear as what the body is trying
to say, our mind misinterprets, misunderstands, or just completely misses the
message. Just before the body takes
action it has one last thing to say: “Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” And then it sends the body into shock. Nausea turns into vomiting, pain becomes
unbearable, sadness becomes misery. The
body is trying to tell the mind that what it has done is a problem and needs to
stop.
If the problem continues, as
control ventures to uncontrollability, then the body completely steps in. The body can’t trust the mind to take care of
it so it shuts it down. Consciousness is
lost as the body tries to fix the body by itself. Only after it has recovered enough from what
the mind has done to it does it give some control back to it. Slowly our mind is given power again in hope
that it has learned its lesson. Too
often our mind hasn’t taken in the message and it soon starts all over again.
Still wondering what I’m talking
about? Bill Cosby gives a great example of it:
