Wojno

A Pavlov doggy gets his treat!

I harm but one, until I’m told. I cure all ills, until I’m known. Not always am I known when I’m told; not always am I told when I’m known. My masters become my slaves until truth behold. Small in stature, white in color, but never seen with the eye. What am I?

View the lost line for a hint.

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It occurred to me: Dogs wear their emotions on their tails.

This one’s just a blurb. I had a relative admitted to a hospital very recently and I’ve heard the phrase: “lucky to be alive” tossed about a few times.

After idle reflection later I concluded that statement is applicable regardless of how close one is or seemingly is to death. Why does proximity to death make one or others value life more? Is it merely the reminder? Or does the value of life actually increase with age¹? Surely, it matters more to me, my family, and my relative now. No answers have I for you.

The fundamental curiosity (of mine) of humanity concerns the volatility of life’s value throughout; in reality, every breath at birth or death is as valuable as those between. You are lucky to be alive at any time, let alone at all regardless of your faith.

¹ Paradoxically enough, most people would probably claim that children are worth more due to a lack of years, not proximity to death; no one ever considers this to be lucky, unless of course the child is close to death.