Infinity boils my egg,
But what induces my waxy flexibility,
A catatonia of disbelief
Is the concept of nothing.

There is no such thing as nothing.
Can't be.

So when you say you feel nothing for me
I can't believe you. I won't.

I would plead for pity.
But I will settle for disgust.

I could not survive absolute zero.

THE HIPPOCRATIC OATH: MODERN VERSION

I swear to fulfill, to the best of my ability and judgment, this covenant:

I will respect the hard-won scientific gains of those physicians in whose steps I walk, and gladly share such knowledge as is mine with those who are to follow.

I will apply, for the benefit of the sick, all measures [that] are required, avoiding those twin traps of over-treatment and therapeutic nihilism.

I will remember that there is art to medicine as well as science, and that warmth, sympathy, and understanding may outweigh the surgeon's knife or the chemist's drug.

I will not be ashamed to say "I know not," nor will I fail to call in my colleagues when the skills of another are needed for a patient's recovery.

I will respect the privacy of my patients, for their problems are not disclosed to me that the world may know. Most especially must I tread with care in matters of life and death. If it is given me to save a life, all thanks. But it may also be within my power to take a life; this awesome responsibility must be faced with great humbleness and awareness of my own frailty. Above all, I must not play at God.

I will remember that I do not treat a fever chart, a cancerous growth, but a sick human being, whose illness may affect the person's family and economic stability. My responsibility includes these related problems, if I am to care adequately for the sick.

I will prevent disease whenever I can, for prevention is preferable to cure.

I will remember that I remain a member of society, with special obligations to all my fellow human beings, those sound of mind and body as well as the infirm.

If I do not violate this oath, may I enjoy life and art, respected while I live and remembered with affection thereafter. May I always act so as to preserve the finest traditions of my calling and may I long experience the joy of healing those who seek my help

Do you fear love?
Philophobia.
Anxiety d'amore.
Is it your fear of rejection,
The dark,damp infection
Of self doubt
That swiftly invades
When ultimately,
As we know it always will,
Love fails.

You've been hurt.
Many times.
Can pain teach you lessons anymore.
Love hurts.
Who knew.

You want to dance with me,
Gyrate and percolate,
Clap it up, clairebear, and jigg.

C'mon, my flicka bonnie lass,
Jeg and bustamove,
Chica bonita and stella konstatine,
I love all night, now you.

We can no longer fear death.
We only have our time,
Tis our mission to be kind,
Love them all must be our friend and final breath.

We can no longer hate life.
Yes, sometimes things go wrong,
We knew this sadly all along,
Kindness weathers boldly both  the storm and strife.

Be kind. Say it. Out loud.

My parents gave up on abundance,
A depression cured them all,

We gave up on love,
Kissinger's madness began our fall,

Gen X gave up on friendship,
Dialogue as digits never could enthrall,

Millennials surrendered nostalgia,
When the past became a troll,

Gen Z smirks boldly at the truth,
Everyone a know-it-all.

Alpha's know a virtual world,
Could virtue re-install.

Be kind. Tis the moment to be jolly.
Season's greetings to you all.

Every cut leaves a scar,
Not every wound will heal,
But when we let resentment go,
Our fears will gently kneel.

Hate is mankind's weakest link,
So easy to ferment,
But when we smile, our anger flees,
And ceases to torment.