By Guest Writer Bill Edgecomb
What is this life but a single blink of the eye of an ever-expanding universe?
Why do we itch?
Is existence itching, the cause of which is the desire for ointment?
Are we to just wait for an itch to subside; like so many before us who have merely avoided risk to extend the length of their lives at the cost of truly living?
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These and many other questions come to mind when one embarks on the arduous journey of finding effective yet affordable itch relief.
Are we to merely shrug off such a quandary and wait for death’s bittersweet embrace?
Were you to ask me this, I would be hard-pressed to provide you with a satisfactory answer.
Is the temporary nature of an itch merely a mocking and sobering reminder of our mortality?
Which ointment can provide me with the relief that is numbness should I choose to follow such a path?
Is it a fool’s errand to seek refuge in a brand name?
What’s in a brand name?
Is the corner Rite-Aid but a husk which stands as a monument to the illusion of control?
And what of scratching?
Were I to dispute the efficacy of scratching as an amelioration of the issue at hand, however momentary, truly I would be the foole (e added for George). Indeed, this does mend the issue. But for how long?
Am I condemned to wallow in a great sea of unknowns? I fear I have raised more questions than I have answered, which is as unfortunate as it is inevitable.
Update: I, being composed of mere flesh and blood, did humbly take solace at the CVS near Patterson and Maple, for I am but a coward. Whether it be the ointment of the masses or not, I have made my choice. But I ask you, reader(s), who amongst you can truly, upon a sincere and honest self-examination, point your finger in blame?
Update: Worked okay.