Returning to Paradise?

We are all familiar with the story of Adam and Eve who, because they wanted to live forever, were evicted from their place of residence.

In the garden they had no need for a street sign or a house number because there would never be a relative or two driving up with their luggage announcing that they were going to visit for a week or two or longer). The only voices they heard other than their own was the voice of that serpent, until later, of course.

I imagine they enjoyed the singing of the birds and the croaking of the frogs. I know I would have, but they needed more. People are funny that way, we always want more. It seems to be a human failing. And the serpent promised them more.

So the drug companies of today are trying to give us the "more" that we need.

"If you want more years added to your life, take this pill and it will flush out your clogged arteries, and you will have a longer life."

"Depressed? Take this pill and it will fix that chemical imbalance in your brain and you will live a happier life------happier, therefore, longer."

"Too much lard on the old bones? Drink this green tea, jump up and down for twenty minutes a day, and the fat will fall off, and you will live a longer life." On and on. So the ads promise.

Mind you, I'm not saying this stuff doesn't work, because it usually does.

Until something better comes along.

Even in our Garden of Medications we must be careful where we walk, because there is a serpent lurking behind the label. It's the warning that comes with every medication.

Well, this will be all for now, as it is time for my synthroid.