It’s time to start hugging our
friends again. I say this as a human first and doctor second.
I saw my family for the first time in months and it was wonderful. Still the fear remained and that is to be expected but hugs happened. Big hugs, cute hugs, little hugs. Hugs that were wrestles, wrestles that turned into hugs.
Hugging is not only awesome, it’s a social contract that entails trust of the others microorganisms - they ‘hug’ too. As such it builds our immunity. Hugging makes us stronger. In the past this built shared community which led to a sense of in and out-kinship and borders.
Now we are steered into ‘bubbles’ like 21st century worker bees. Family was kinship and you shared food, shelter, all the good memories... but also bugs. It’s an occupational side effect of kinship like farting and stealing clothes.
As an aside, one of the primary reasons for less deaths from communicable diseases in the modern era
is less overcrowding in homes. Pathogens can not move as quickly and have to be less virulent as a result. Can’t kill your host until moved to a fresh one!
This is the rationale behind ‘lockdown’ as a means of control - a ‘science’ which has suffered considerable overreach at the hands of the Dark Wizards at Imperial College, who have already been caught with their PantsDown.)
Social isolation works with strong kinship but what they have done with lockdown is shatter kinship and with it immunity. The lung’s po nourishes the spirit and with it the qi. Everyone has lost something many didn’t understand they had - their freedom. This loss is weakening the po and so failing to nourish their qi. Weak qi means weak immunity.
Hugging strengthens the spirit and the transfer of bugs works mostly in our favour - probiotics for the body
and manna for the po.
So,
hug your kinship,
whoever that may be,
for they be the ones,
who suffer life with ye,
and they be the ones,
that when the shiteth hit the fan,
will stand by you come what can.