So there is this story about a general. I don’t think he’s like a Roman general or anything. I think the story is older than that. Persian perhaps? Doesn’t matter. He is a badass.
But he’s also nasty. Got the psoriasis or the scabes or leporsy or whatever. He goes to the prophet, the Man’o’God if you will, and inquires about getting healed. Prophet says “sho thang. Just go wash in the river over there.” The general is pissed because that sounds to easy.
My issues are complex, and I’m a bad ass Persian in my own way. I too want bad ass Persian solutions to my problems. But that is not always what we have to do to get better. Sometimes the pill we have to swallow is not so big. It might, in fact, be tiny.