Pills of the Devil

I take a lot of pills. Most of them are necessary to lower my blood pressure, remove salt, and generally keep me from becoming a dangerous psychopath. I hate pills. I hate the system that makes us pay through the nose for so many pills. Who designed the human body and brain with so many faults that they require so many pills?

But would I rather just die? If I stopped taking the pills would I just drop dead in the midst of strangers? Maybe not, but maybe I would. The probability bell curve says I might live another several years without the pills. But that same curve says I'll live maybe only another several years with the pills. So I guess I'll just keep on taking them. I'm afraid not to.

I'm not looking for any "sympathy for the devil." It's nobody's fault but my own what happens to me. Some people blame devils for their ills and some people blame gods for their ills. Personally, I don't think gods or devils give a hoot about our lives, nor do any other kind of spooks. Only our friends and families and ourselves might care.

But if you don't give a hoot about your own life then nobody else needs to waste time on you.

There are great mysteries about life:

• How did we all get here?
• Why are there atoms, stars and planets?
• Why are there fish or cats?
• How come there are humans who write in blogs?

I don't know, even though I know a great deal about physics, chemistry and biology. But every religious person who pretends to know anything about what God knows is most certainly false.