Health education, how is varies accross the globe yet with the same roots of what was deemed sacred as a source. If only we filled our churchs with piles of honey amber resin, myrrh, frankinsence, Tolu, Jawee… Taught children to cleanse their ears and belly buttons with friars balsam and soap.
If only we made our hospitals sacred, if only hospitals recieved funding beyond the pharmaceutical industry to peddle their products. Inundate choice of remedy. How to return to the basics of what one chooses as a lifepath, to be a person who determines how to soothe an ill.
As the Balm of Gilead, now Gilead the pharmaceutical brand. The orgins of medicine provision, however compounded with business and profit they may be in this day and age, still have the same root.
To heal a wound.
To find the elixir, to mitigate suffering.
The dream of biophilic design in a place of healing. Nature intertwined with spaces of sterility. For a person to sit with their own healing process.
If I had all the money in the world.
The things I would do.
I would plant the trees needed for health security. Order what is out of reach for many, in terms of what provides basic healing, to create spaces for those to cleanse mind and body. Do service if the space serves them.
Have hospitals as hospitals and health in sacred spaces too.
There would be socialist housing. The fear of how socialism may impact economic growth.
And then impact access to tech and weapons and more.
The balancing act of continual need for finance yet allowing finance to take what is sacred from us as people.
an ongoing dance we all face.
Along with creating borders to the impacts of the wealthiest on our evolution and cohesion and perception.
Musk donating millions every month to trumps campaign, what a waste of money, how to kill that from the world.
The things that could be done to improve a country with a few million a month, when not spent on a political campaign to exude familiarity in order.
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