of Walls and Cell Membranes

Dr. Weeks’ Comment:  The true role of the doctor is to collaborate with and encourage the native healing within – the immune system. But this role requires nutrients (including oxygen) being able to pass into cells through cell membranes and waste products passing out of cells via cell membranes. We have learned that fish oil supplements and even fermented cod liver oil  retard this healthy commerce into and out of cells since they are adulterated and rancid fatty acids which “suffocate” cell membranes. Seed oils, in contrast, enhance healthy commerce into and out of cells but optimizing cell membrane function.  “Changing your oil” does not only apply to car maintenance but also to your own health.  Chronic degenerative neurological illnesses (MS, ALS, Parkinson’s, seizure disorders, Alzheimer’s disease) all require a change of oil if improvement is desired.  “Good oil in, bad oil out”. Remember the brain is 100:1 omega 6 to omega 3, so eating unadulterated omega-6 rich seed oils is essential for neurological health.

Now for a reflection of other walls…


On 13 August 1961 the East German government began
construction of the “Antifaschistischer Schutzwall”
(anti-fascist protective wall) surrounding West Berlin. On
this day in 1989, under pressure because East Germans had
been fleeing into Hungary and Austria for three months, the
government announced that East Berliners would be able to
leave starting the following day. A note without reference to
the date or the need to apply for permits was passed to party
spokesman Gunter Schabowski during a press conference,
Schabowski read the note verbatim. When asked when the change
took effect, the unprepared party leader hesitated and then
said that it was immediate. The news was carried on West
German television, which meant most of East Germany heard it.
East Berliners descended on the gates and were stopped by
the guards, but when no official was willing to authorize
lethal force, the guards abandoned their posts.
Men build too many walls and not enough bridges.
– Isaac Newton, 1643 – 1727

The grandest of heroic deeds are those which are performed
within four walls and in domestic privacy.
– Jean Paul, 1763 – 1825

Management is efficiency in climbing the ladder of success;
leadership determines whether the ladder is leaning against
the right wall.
– Stephen Covey, 1932 – 2012

Don’t spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it
into a door.
– Coco Chanel, 1883 – 1971

Walls protect and walls limit. It is in the nature of walls
that they should fall. That walls should fall is the
consequence of blowing your own trumpet.
– Jeanette Winterson

Those who build walls are their own prisoners.
– Ursula K. Le Guin

Most of us can read the writing on the wall; we just assume
it’s addressed to someone else.
– Ivern Ball, 1926 – 1992

(from Van – my Quotemaster)



and the real guru of what it means to be a wall, Robert Frost (worth another read)

Mending Wall


Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
“Stay where you are until our backs are turned!”
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, “Good fences make good neighbours.”
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
“Why do they make good neighbours? Isn’t it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.” I could say “Elves” to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbours.”





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