“An ordinary man – insurance executive, 45 years old – stumbles to his death on a subway platform in New York City. Or does he? Unbeknownst to his wife or child, his brain is rescued from the accident scene by a secret branch of the United States Government and put into the body of an artificially produced 26-year-old man with the strength of Superman, the speed of Michael Jordan, and the grace of Fred Astaire. The only catch: under penalty of death he can never let anyone from his past know he is still alive. And that, my friends, is a problem… for this man is desperately in love with his wife, his daughter, and his former life.”
I remember when they did similar [esque] experiments on me, in order to create their own Superman. I am a failed experiment, of course, being superior only to the inferior, which is 90% of people, but while theoretically I am capable of what they program set out to achieve, it was too dangerous to continue…
This show, Now and Again, was something of a slow burn show that is actually a classically philosophical superhero series, with a lot of the special effects giving way to the portrayals and verisimilitude of society depicted in the series. Very much a product of the 90s,and ahead of it’s time- I hope they remake it on Netflix at some point.
Lately, I have attached my eating obsession with the main character’s scientifically appropriate meals, a pass time fancy of mine.
Last night, at dinner, maybe as a result of my recent illness, I almost broke character when asked about my personal life, and the pain of that person, that life, that world, would have caused me to become emotional had it not been for my own protocols. My colleagues did say that it was nice to get to know me as a human being: if only they knew the truth! 🤣🥹
But I am wondering if I should go and buy some bread etc, because eating will help with all the mucus and phlegm in my chest cavity- maybe breathing in steam wasn’t as good for me as I though. But thus whole week has reminded me the importance of being able to treat others, as I am better prepared in case my little niece becomes ill. She has great love and support, and I will contribute to that.
Is it fair, that we were born without enough to thrive? Or is it simply the way of things, and we should be grateful for what we had? Solosophy states that anything you place conviction within becomes Truth, and that it is evil to deny the true nature of anything.
While I am Hank Scorpio for the month, the truth is that for the holiday season, I wanted something with more room to work with, thus why Fate chose Scorpio for December.
But my plan, and early present, is to spend the Christmas break leveling up physically, and stockpiling my assets in preparation for January.
Solosopher & Solosophy 