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Update:
March 15, 2005
well, the site has finally been updated..remodeled..and
all that lovely stuff. things have been redesigned and rearranged and
new things have been added. some of the sections don't have pictures,
but if you REALLY want to see pictures or more pictures of certain things.
just go to http://images.yahoo.com
and do a search and you should be able to find..whatever you are looking
for.
a funny side note about today: it is known as the Ides of March...which,
amusingly enough, was the day julius caesar was murdered...kinda fits
with the whole theme of the site eh? go figure..
i know the site may seem a bit..plain..and simplified...some things
work best that way though..and its something new at least..DEAL WITH
IT!!! oh, one other thing. pictures on the site are in thumbnail format.
if you want to view a larger picture, just click on a thumbnail and
a new window should pop up with the larger picture.
anyway..enjoy the site...
As
a rule the thought that kills relates to something the individual dreads
more than anything else in the world. There is the germ of fatal thought
in
99 persons in every 100, and the exception is only proof against the thought
disease by having been inoculated with the lymph of profound
optimism or philosophy.
The
idea that one has some incipient disease in one's system, the thought
of financial ruin, that one is getting on in life without improving
prospects -- any of them, or a thousand similar thoughts, may carry a
healthy man to a premature grave. A melancholy thought that fixes itself
upon one's mind needs as much "doctoring" as physical disease;
it needs to be eradicated from the mind, or it will have just the same
result as a neglected disease would have. The thought-disease sometimes
cures itself after running its coures; so does smallpox. But who would
settle down to suffer from smallpox and chance recovery, as thousands
of foolish persons settle down to let the thought-disease, which has attacked
them, do its worst?
Every
melancholy thought, every morbid notion, and every nagging worry should
be resisted to the utmost, and the patient should be physicked by
cheerful thoughts, of which there is a store in every one's possession,
bright companions -- cheaper than drugs, and pleasanter.
There
have occurred scores of dozens of cases where healthy persons have thought
themselves into having tumors and cancers -- cases which admit of no doubt
whatever that the diseases resulted from constant morbid fear. There might
possibly be fewer cases of cancer if some great doctors could assure the
world that it is not a hereditary disease; but morbid-minded persons,
on hearing that there is cancer in their families, generally do the very
worst thing they can do under the circumstances -- they conceive an awful
dread that they will be afflicted with it. They dwell upon the fear constantly;
and every trifling ailment which troubles them is at first mistaken for
the premonitory symptoms of cancer. The morbid condition of mind produces
a morbid condition of body, and if the disease does happen to be in the
system it receives every encouragement to develop. On the contrary, it
is asserted by those who believe in the recuperative reinforcements of
mind over matter, that one can think himself into courage and strength,
that intelligence is like a dynamo that can create its own electrical
force.