Greetings. Dr. Cox here. Apologies for my absence; there were sundry concerns to attend to on the astral plane which conspired to pull me away from our cherished correspondence. Alas, I am back — at least temporarily (and aren’t all phenomena temporary?) — and have at my disposal a few moments to spend with you.
I’ve taken pains to read the plentiful missives authored by my associates here at The Contrarian, and I must confess to being particularly moved by a recent entry by Alec W. Bauer, who waxed brilliantly (and lengthily) about nootropics — those neural stimulants reputed to boost cognition and sensory perception without negatively affecting core physiological function.
Mr. Bauer referenced one compound, Piracetam, which I had previously heard about, but never had occasion to ingest. That unfortunate gap in my pharmacopeiac experience has since been closed. In fact, I type this under the punctilious yet voluble influence of this amino-based admixture.
And like it, I do.
Far be it for the Doctor to advocate for the usage of legal dietary supplements, but if you are so inclined, I highly recommend Piracetam.
In other news, I have solved a particularly vexing esoteric riddle involving the unification of Opposites and the kabbalistic domain of the Child-King Tipareth. The flaming sword is held aloft! And not a moment too soon, it seems. You see, the Doctor has of late been besieged by Strange Opposers. Which reminds me of a truism uttered by my late friend and exquisite man of letters, H.L. Mencken: “Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats.”
Yet one must indulge in such violence righteously, like an enlightened Samurai who cuts with a full understanding of karma — which is to say cleanly, and without attachment.
That is all for now, my friends. Trust me when I say that we shall converse sooner rather than later.