I find it amusing that disciplines of education and professions in the modern world are not perceived as more absurd than they appear to be on the surface of things. Take the best San Jose chiropractor or any chiropractor! They’re men and women who have devoted years of education solely to the study of human pain and bones. In another time, at another place, they might have been considered mystics consorting with the divine itself or maybe even those of below. They could have been treated with something of awe and even a little bit of fear for the knowledge they possess and for the instruments they wielded in their pursuit of that craft. It’s very much like it is today; it seems as if everyone has heard at least one story about some friend-of-a-friend’s cousin who lost his life at the hands of a chiropractor. Bone adjustments, they’ll say in a hushed whisper, can kill you.
It all seemed absurd to me. Then again, living every day in the year before I visited the chiropractor, I was (badly) coping with a perpetual pain in my lower back. Continue reading