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Microscope Telescope

 Microscope Telescope

 

The current wave of ideological battles is tiresome. It ignores the brain and its relationship to the self and the human condition.

 

My Psychiatrist and I were discussing dopamine and how even that escapes the binary. There had been an earlier theory that a surplus of dopamine causes schizophrenia and a deficit causes Parkinson’s disease & yet cases have appeared with patients suffering from both (Anthony David, 2020). Nevertheless, people suffer & usually there is a mixture of the organic/genetic which is often complicated (requiring multidirectional therapies) & social/experiential (also requiring multidirectional therapies).

 

Anyone whose made a special friend will know that there’s something different about THAT person to their milieu. And that’s everybody. Something SPECIAL.

 

Nevertheless, the MACRO operates. Wars, Shitstems, Disfunctional Institutions, inequitable distributions of wealth, threats to the Nation and self from overseas and domestically, environmental catastrophes, Breakdowns of communities, etc … so many things.

 

My Psychiatrist is a great man. Straight up. Recognises the need for my TELESCOPE, as well as his microscope.

 

Educated in the Social Sciences, for too long I dismissed the genetic/the organic. Then my mental health deteriorated so much that I require medication to treat it. Sure, there were and are experiential/social triggers, but it’s not merely others/conditions causing it.

 

The younger generation are better at understanding the micro. However, one must not overlook the Macro.

 

We need both to look at the micro & the Macro. This is why collaborative projects work best.

 

So my writing is not the work of an isolated mind. My mind is informed by my relationships. A poet should not lock themselves away from diverse relationships. Soul mates are in every culture/subculture. Don’t put all your eggs in one basket. Mix widely. If you jell with someone, it doesn’t matter what they look like, how old they are (as long as above the legal age!), who they’re attracted to, etc.

 

Pack a microscope and a telescope, the minute is enormous, the enormous is minute. Eternity in a grain of sand. But life is not only sand. Life is rich.

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.

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