Even metaphysics sneeze…

I have a terrible cold,

And everyone knows how terrible colds

Alter the whole system of the universe,

Set us against life,

And make even metaphysics sneeze.

— from a poem by Fernando Pessoa

Fernando,

Commit to allegorical snark– 

what would you say to the effects of a yellow fever on your metaphysics–an  infection spreads, leaking out of its host, dissolving what it depends on, mindless exacting replication–adaptation without will–What kind of body can i craft to stay well? To stay productively ill,  should i save my skin?