Geographical features of the landscape act as mnemonic pegs on which memories of kinship and moral teachings hang. Sometimes landscapes can stalk us, shame us, and legitimize us.
Today, the Nile, Colorado,
and Yellow Rivers no longer flow to the ocean. Where creeks and streams once ran full of life, there are now
only dried veins stitched into the Earth's flesh. We are sucking dry the blood within our own bodies. We are
heading irrevocably into a disaster.
The great American modernist poet William Carlos Williams
said that the job of the artist is to move the century forward an inch or two.
I thought of that while watching this film.
A "chemical imbalance" is commonly referenced as the root cause of bipolar disorder. It appears we have discovered the primary elements of this asymmetry. Can taking these supplements orally prevent the bipolar patient from inadvertently slipping into a psychotropic-like experience?