Yesterday, Day 5, there was a street fair in town. I decided to conduct an experiment. A field test. I would go to the street fair and see if the people sickened me. I walked around. I sat under a tree. I bought a sandwich. The sandwich was pretty good. It was called an Italiano. Some type of meat in a pesto sauce with some vegetables wrapped in something called panini bread. It was tasty. Nobody or nothing I saw produced any emotion in me other than boredom. Most of the people I saw had smiles on their faces. Whether they be young or old. That was an interesting observation on my part. Young people tend to think they are *cooler* or *hipper* or whatever you want to call it than old people. Yet they were just as easily contented as the old people. When I made this observation, I laughed out loud. People walking near me stared. Young and old. They looked upset. Even frightened. Perhaps they sensed that I understood them. Which would make me more powerful than them. They perhaps knew I could devastate them with a word or two. Destroy their existential illusion. They quickened their walking pace. I returned home. Healthy as a horse.
Intensity: No episode of illness to report. Felt healthy as a horse. More powerful than the sheeple I encountered on the street. So inconsequential were they, no need to victimize them.
Frequency: N/A
Factors: No new insights to report (in regard to illness).
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