Monday, March 23, 2015
A poem by Gary G Pelow, author, poet'
The dice is rolled, the next baby in line for existence, and life, a crap shoot, a spin of the roulette wheel, which child will be born to misery, to schizophrenia? No way to know, the outcome is not predictable until, at best, puberty. Is this gamble of having children with or without mental problems physical or environment? I see this delemna as physical, not of environment , but of bio programming, programming of the peptides, amino acids and DNA. I wish there was a way, a way to predict this, so much pain could end and for many life would be healthier, but we do not know, we know virtually nothing of schizophrenia and the like, unable to make more accurate predictions on who will be sentenced to hell on earth of mental problems, oh, some things have improved, choices are greater now, choices of treatments beyond thorazine and the thorazine shuffle , yet this does not reveal the causes of this mental hell, we can treat, but not know why in the first place.
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