Aletheia

Again, my friend, you are fortunate that you need contend with no body, no entropy. I have been ill for some days and there is no rest. My schedule demands so many exercises and activities that the body feels the strain. Once I have a hand on my duties, there is yet another in a series of alterations to my day sent from above, where the bingo games, the death of relatives, the wage-earing necessities and the get-to-know-one-another activities are born. My schedule is restructured without my consent and I simply must interfere with what I have just recently taken in hand. These are the conditions in which I find myself regularly, and they have stressed my body into illness. I am not overworked, but rather it is the kind of work and the result that is hidden from me.

It is the result that is hidden from so many, yes?