A Tale of Self-Fulfilling Elicitation
Should a dose of anything aberrant to the body come along, by itch, inflammation, irritant, rash, even growth or other anomaly - there is surely an antidote, and often, nearby. One cannot exist without the other, as that is simply the way of Nature. But what one embraces, in belief, thought, disdain, fear, tout, or other motive, is what makes one Stronger than the other. At least, for a Moment.
Furtherance of awareness is based upon this principle.
Or - failure too, if you weigh the two together.
This thread popped into my awareness by two sidelong postings, one a long article on the miracles of Asparagus for a girl I know who foists medical terms for her specialness, the other by an art-pal, who came upon some poster-calendars for a Dog-And-Pony-Show-type curarè for what ails ya, before the interjection of oversight, rules, and governance, and perhaps - the cause of that, as well.
“Just a side note... In case you are wondering why this has not been made public, there is no profit in curing cancer.”
The graphics for the elixir Antikamnia's calendar ads just happened to be sent at the same time, by a pal that likes skellys.
For me, I can't imagine a cure existing without some disease to remedy in the first place. They coincide, of course they do; but you don't often see them actually collide.
At the end of the 1800s, a St. Louis company founded by two former drug store owners marketed a signature pain-relieving product, ANTIKAMNIA, the principal ingredient being acetanilide, a coal tar derivative. Ironically, this was later shown to be fatal.
Although the name of the company -- and their images -- seem vaguely European, the Antikamnia Chemical Company was a home-grown affair, in St. Louis in the late 1880s, to sell their medicine designed to combat both pain and fever. They touted their little white pills as a “certain remedy, unattended by any danger," and useful for everything from influenza to headaches, and especially handy taken as a preventative - before sports - or even shopping!"
But with their series of macabre calendars featuring skeletons in all walks of life, it's become a tale of it's own intrigue as well as demise, and with a renewed fascination with all things hoary, taboo, could-it-be?! ~ even to by Whom? You choose, being the actual hidden elixir.
But these graphics remain, in fascination and wonder of a certain time, with no walk of life
left out ~ even Women, and Children were included!
The Eternal Question, Led by the External Answer.