My shit don't stink
This is a thing. They are doing stool transplants - taking the stool from a healthy person and putting it in a person whose bowels are compromised. I met a woman who had the procedure performed in Melbourne. She was travelling from Brisbane and was gracious enough to talk to me about it. Her reasoning was "last resort".
I gave her the names of Ayurvedic practitioners in her area.
I'm waiting for the drum roll to let me know that this is a joke and the World Medical Association have conceded that in some areas perhaps we can ask those Eastern philosophy people why their shit don't stink.
This note this morning is of no value other than to let you know what's going on out there and to encourage you to sincerely and honestly take the time to do your routine, if you've fallen off the wagon recently.
Between mesh inserts for vaginal walls breaking down, poo poo transplants and bi-polar diagnoses for young children, I reckon we might be more than ready for the turning point of a new reality.
"After a time of decay come the turning point. The powerful light that has been banished returns. There is movement, but it is not brought about by force....The movement is natural, arising spontaneously. For this reason, the transformation of the old becomes easy. The old is discarded and the new is introduced. Both measure accord with the time, therefore no harm results. " I Ching