From Groans to Koans

The good thing about being sick is that, when you leave your reeky cocoon of blankets, neocitron, and vap-o-rub, you emerge not as some glorious exalted creature, but as something even better: who you were before, but perhaps a little bit more content with just being able to breathe freely.

That Buddha guy must have just loved it when one of his disciples got the flu.