A few days ago was celebrated World Alzheimer’s day, (September 21) disease that causes among other disorders: loss of physical, mental and motor capabilities and, eventually, the death of who suffers from it. Until now, only the deterioration of sufferers it may be delayed a bit. Perhaps this is why I won’t calling into question wise doctors in medicine, that to celebrate World Alzheimer’s day, diagnosed this process as a disease that causes loss of physical, mental and motor capabilities. Perhaps these wise doctors, found the elixir of eternal youth and thus may worry the process natural or non-natural, as you want to see, the ageing of the human being. Since a long time ago, many have sought this elixir. Part of the aesthetic and dermatological surgery hide among other things, many physical symptoms of this process.
But the truth is that by now only we have a small delay of a natural and real deterioration now well, if we follow the same logic of our wise medical doctors, we find that by using the same symptoms, and just change the verb to lose by the win, we could diagnose other possible disease, which we could call it: childhood, (also natural process of human beings), where the physical, mental and motor abilities are gaining as is given to a living growing. Perhaps for this reason, Alzheimer’s disease, currently considered as a disease, in other times might have been considered as one of those many roads there are in the process of zoom in on the end of the path of the human being, could be an access to death. Live to die, what also has been called: natural ageing. This reverse the logic of the birth and growth process. This back to where we have been. Perhaps not we can afford it, although we consider it as a disease, and obviously our wise doctors always have the last word in medicine.
But for now, they may not have encountered the elixir of life and ensure only us cause an a slight delay, i.e. a delay to that form of walking to the end of the road and that some who arrive, do so and then leave us without your company or already do not tell us your memories. One day forget keys, other, not knew the washer. The other, leave the fire lit and later came out to the street and not heard back. To write and talk about old age, I remember a literary figure that struck me in his day and is a writer been less (of course only for my) when you enter our beloved Voltaire in this way (fragments) with his own hand: Grande have ceased to be, and now encorvo me a few spans soil my air little has to do with the laughter of the satyr but with the grimace of the skull have mouth Sumida and skin of parchment over protruding bones, under both eyes sunk several inches in their cavernous orbits. My skull is unguarded in the minimum late mechoncillo of hair. Let’s say that I’m being settled gradually, to the retail. The years are us removing the hair, teeth, and also ideas.