If your mind is a sewer you can blame your brain cells.
I’ve never felt the same about my brain since I discovered that the cells in our colons are the same as the ones we rely on for intelligent thought.
This explains a lot. It’s time to take our digestive system more seriously. It has provenance. It’s officially intellectual. Worth listening to. Instead of just a pain in the gut. Or simply ‘speaking out of stern’.
Respect. That’s what your intestine demands. Listen and learn. It knows more than you do. And usually before you do.
Don’t consult a psychiatrist, have a colonoscopy. Sail through that and you should sail through life. The gut knows you’re an insensitive sod.
Maybe it’s no longer Politically Correct to indulge in toilet humour. We are proud of our culture of toilet humour. We even show-cased it in the Millennium Dome, along with the Millennium Jewels but not in the Body Zone or the Mind Zone, recognising it belonged in neither. There was no Cringe Zone.
Hands up who isn’t obsessed with their bowel movements. The stool of knowledge. Deep down, we know it to be true. An empty gut is a detoxed gut. Clear the passage and you clear the mind.
Could Isambard Kingdom Brunel have suffered from constipation? Unlikely. Dickens? Certainly, but he knew how to purge himself.
True happiness can only be attained when our gut tells us it is so. Permission to be relieved. But not like Mafeking. Can this nirvana really be achieved?
So we come to Kefir. The elixir of life. The probiotic to end all probiotics. The pathway to eternal happiness from top to bottom.
You know you want to. Your tummy tells you so.
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