. . . And now, let the stomach speak in the principal role of the “Tragedy of Human Nutrition.”
Thus Speaketh the Stomach:
“Histogenetically, I am, at first, a primitive, intestinal cell; a tiny, hollow bag with a mouth-opening; this being the ultimate, common, basic form of all true multi-cellular vertebrates, according to Haeckel. In the whole scale of living animal organisms up to and including humans, I am located in the center, at the point of gravity. To me—the Stomach—belongs this centrally located place; for I am the single building spot; the organized working apparatus for raw material, and at the same time, the master builder. I get my orders through the brain—the chief management—as unconscious instincts from the world’s architect. To me, alone—with my assistant, the bloodstream—belongs, in the main, the material building of the whole body; the formation and shaping of the organs, their maintenance, and the supply of repair material. I am the material main center of growth, replenishing and working the whole organism. Even the chief management—the brain—is subject to my food carrier, the blood. I have always been and shall remain the first and absolute ruler in the cell state of humans and of animals. To me belongs the center of being and health; of pain and disease, and of passing away. Thus I, only, in the first line, can be the source and supply of remedy—the hotbed and the deathbed of disease.
“In the chase after causative factors of disease, I have been displaced from my dominating position among the organs, in human’s perception—however, in the scale of so-called pleasures of life and culture; I have been elevated to the ‘Chief God.’ In reality, the millenarian mistreatment of humans has made of me a dark chamber of suicidal table enjoyment—and pain, my warning voice and defensive force, has been choked in the endless courses of dimmed kitchens. Human’s thinking has become obscured in the tempo of overculture of their abdomen—the conception of health has dissolved in fancy—and the specter of disease is haunting him. Also the terror of this phantom, their suffering and death, emanate from me. If I am the center of life; why should I not also be the center of death?
“Pain, uneasiness in general—and in particular parts—are my signals to ‘Stop too much unnecessary eating!’ These are alarm dispatches, and indicate functional disturbances in the vascular system, as a reaction on me,—which I ingeniously support by loss of appetite. They answer me by strangling my voice through more eating. My voice works as a danger signal, causing pain—because, through overeating and drinking, the pressure and density of blood are increased by me, instead of being diminished. In the state of disease and elimination, the bloodstream carries the dissolved auto-toxins from me to the kidneys; this goes on painlessly, with relaxed tissues only while fasting—which acts as a relief. Pain is merely my cry of distress; an expression of my disturbed healing work, which I can perform thoroughly only when I am empty and fasting. In fact and truth, my pain signals are good and life promoting, thought and action provoking to thinking people. They should be the refining fire, the upward move for the overcoming of suffering and disease—the forerunner of a new dawn of life. (These ideas may serve as a contribution to the Philosophy of Suffering; or Revelation of all values.)
“I, the Stomach, am the primary ruler over life and death, from the first primitive intestinal cell to the passing away of the last creature. My rule over living beings is self-evident—as I am the first deciding court of remedy, of repair, of restoration of the functional and organic disturbances called disease. Unceasingly, with the help of the organs of elimination and protection, I am secretly at work to regulate the well-being of humans with Edenic reserve forces. Especially in advanced years, I maintain a secret process of life-protecting and life-sustaining purpose in the most subtle form. Under continued inflow of inassimilable matter, of so-called food culture, and especially during the stoppage of my drainage canal, I am unable to maintain the balance. I become flabby from the eliminating work, and so does the whole tissue and blood system of my surroundings and of the entire body. I can neither digest the inflow, nor overcome it by secretion. I have to deposit matter for more tranquil times, and store it up in the tissues. Abnormal distension of my cavity and of the whole body is called ‘vigorous health,’—which must be registered by a pathological condition. . . . . .
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