你還記得那頭待在房間裡的大象嗎?即便不記得,也許你還記得國王那件「看不見的新衣」。

這些故事其實講的是同一件事:那些我們明明看得見,卻又假裝看不見的東西。

作奸犯科的人,其實很清楚自己的行為不被法律允許,卻寧願賭一把不被發現的可能性。他們眼中只有「所得」,看不見「犯罪」的事實。

除了法律這把鐵尺,我們還有可能忽視道德與良知的約束,比如犯錯之後,將錯就錯,比如造謠抹黑、導致他人無妄受害。

我們或許能故意忽視外在的規範,也能挑戰內心的良知,其實我們都知道哪些行為越過了多數人認可的底線。

當是非分明,大象不會存在,因為會有人勇敢指出問題,也會有人挺身制止不義。

但這個世界從來不是非黑即白,真相也並非總是清晰可辨。

許多事實被刻意掩蓋,許多問題變成房間裡那頭沉默的大象,我們知道牠在,卻說不出牠的存在。

 

我一生中最重要的收穫之一,是學會辨識兩個深刻影響人類健康、卻總被忽略的巨大真相。它們就像兩頭大象,每天穿梭在我們的生活中,卻無人直視。

第一頭大象,是「三餐熟食」。這不單是對錯的問題,而是對身體造成的傷害幾乎無人察覺。

如果我們將「三餐熟食」拆開來看,真正對身體造成損害的根源,是「熟食」;但使熟食變得有害的,卻是「三餐」這種固定頻率的飲食習慣。

當然,熟食本身有它溫暖與療癒的一面,特別是在家庭廚房、溫馨餐桌這樣的場景裡。但問題不在那裡,而是在腸道處理這些食物時產生的能量耗損,以及因消化耗損而殘留體內的廢物。

三餐熟食之所以成為一頭大象,是因為它無所不在,卻被集體忽視。我們把清醒時間幾乎全拿去「燃燒自己」,以為這樣才叫生活。

食物若隔夜不冷藏會發臭,那麼食物在體內的停留,自然也會腐敗。而三餐熟食,就是讓這些「殘留廢物」不斷堆積的習慣性放大。

我們一邊汙染自己,一邊對那頭大象視而不見。

 

第二頭大象,是「醫療盛世」。這是潛藏在日常生活中的另一頭龐然巨獸。我認識許多朋友,直到身體被折磨得所剩無幾,才驚覺這是一頭掠食動物。

我從小家裡就住著這兩頭大象。二樓是三代同堂共享三餐的廚房與餐廳;一樓是我父親的診間,一處供人膜拜醫療之神的大廳。

一頭以熟食緩慢的傷害身體,一頭用藥物系統性的消耗生命。這一切,過去從未有人指出它們的存在。

我很幸運,透過斷食,我開啟了身體的視窗,才看見:我們家一直住著兩頭大象。

第一頭大象為身體堆積毒素,第二頭則讓人誤以為醫療就是解方。

問題並不在「醫療」本身,而是在「盛世」的營造。當權力與地位被無限拔高,沒有人敢懷疑那龐大的醫療體系是否仍以人為本。

藥物的殘留是一個問題;副作用是一個問題;多種藥物之間的交互作用,又是更複雜的問題。

最終,人體成了藥物生化的迷宮,疼痛無法追蹤,症狀無法對應,只能走一步算一步。

 

我之所以能看見這兩頭大象的真面目,是因為身體替我開啟了大自然的視野。

毒素之所以能被排出,並不是奇蹟,而是身體理所當然的職責。

所以,讓身體做它該做的事,就是我們最該學會的養生態度。

說回餐桌的那頭大象,我自己也曾幻想有能力為三五好友準備一桌佳餚,同時憧憬著經常能和好友歡聚在美食前的畫面。

當歡聚場合圓滿,主人忙著清理廚房時,賓客的身體也正默默進行清理工程,我們可以正面解讀類似的生活場景。

可是,當我們過度放大這些場景時,大象就誕生了,它以「美好」的名義,遮住了真相。

那頭醫療大象,也能回應「上醫治未病」這句古訓。在大象出現之前,所有的病兆都還能回歸身體的本能,仍有空間可以轉化與修復。

第一頭大象造成的後遺症,催生了第二頭大象的崛起。於是,我們進入了一個只有結果、沒有原因的醫療邏輯。

這兩頭大象如今不但穩坐江山,還繁衍無數,牠們的龐大身軀,早已壓住了人類想要翻開真相的良知與渴望。

 

(真相從不隱藏,它只是難以接受,所以我們假裝看不見。)

 

The Two Elephants

Do you remember the elephant in the room? Even if you don’t, perhaps you still recall the emperor’s “invisible new clothes.”
These stories, in truth, point to the same thing: the things we clearly see, yet pretend not to see.

Those who commit crimes know full well their actions are not permitted by law. Yet they gamble on the chance of not being caught. In their eyes, there is only the “gain” — they refuse to see the “crime.”
Beyond the hard measure of the law, we often turn a blind eye to the restraints of morality and conscience — like covering one wrong with another, or spreading rumors that lead to others’ unjust suffering.
We might deliberately ignore external rules, and even challenge the voice of our own conscience — yet deep down, we know which behaviors cross the boundaries of what most people deem acceptable.

Where right and wrong are clear, the elephant cannot exist — for someone would bravely point out the problem, and someone would stand up against injustice.
But the world is never so black and white, and truth is not always easily seen.
Many facts are deliberately hidden. Many problems become the silent elephant in the room — we know it’s there, but we fail to name its presence.

One of the greatest realizations of my life has been the ability to recognize two enormous truths that profoundly impact human health — truths that are constantly overlooked.
They are like two elephants, moving through our daily lives, unseen and unchallenged.

The first elephant is three cooked meals a day.
This isn’t simply a matter of right or wrong — it’s the hidden harm it inflicts on the body that almost no one notices.
If we break it down, the real damage doesn’t come from “meals,” but from the “cooked” nature of food; and what makes cooked food truly harmful is the frequency — the unexamined habit of eating three times a day.

Of course, cooked meals can be warm and comforting — especially in the loving context of home kitchens and family dinner tables. But the issue lies not in the sentiment, but in the energy loss and waste accumulation that occurs when the digestive system is constantly burdened.

Three cooked meals a day has become an elephant because it’s everywhere — yet collectively ignored.
We burn ourselves out during our waking hours, mistakenly believing this is what it means to “live fully.”
If food spoils when left unrefrigerated overnight, then what happens when it lingers inside the body? Decay is inevitable.
Three cooked meals a day becomes a habit that magnifies the buildup of residual waste.
We pollute ourselves while refusing to acknowledge the elephant in front of us.

The second elephant is the golden age of medicine.
A lurking beast in everyday life, often unnoticed until one’s body is pushed to the edge.
I know many people who only realized this was a predator after their bodies had been ravaged.

I grew up with both elephants living under the same roof.
Upstairs was the kitchen and dining area where three generations shared their meals.
Downstairs was my father’s clinic — a shrine to the deity of modern medicine.
One elephant slowly harmed the body through cooked meals; the other systematically consumed life through pharmaceuticals.
Yet no one ever pointed out their existence.

I was lucky. Through fasting, I opened a window into my body — and that’s how I finally saw them:
Two elephants residing in my home.
The first elephant accumulated toxins in the body.
The second led people to believe medicine was the ultimate solution.

The issue lies not in “medicine” itself, but in the spectacle of its golden age.
When power and prestige are elevated beyond question, few dare to ask whether the medical system still truly serves humanity.
Drug residues are one problem.
Side effects are another.
And the interactions between multiple medications — that’s an even more complex issue.

Eventually, the human body becomes a biochemical maze — pain has no traceable source, symptoms have no clear cause, and each step forward feels aimless and uncertain.

The reason I can see these two elephants clearly is because my body opened a new lens to nature.
The detoxification process is not a miracle — it is the body’s natural duty.
Thus, letting the body do what it is designed to do is the most essential principle of self-care.

Returning to the elephant at the dinner table:
I, too, once dreamed of preparing exquisite meals for a few dear friends, and imagined the joy of gathering around good food.
When such moments of celebration are fulfilled, as the host tidies the kitchen, the guests’ bodies quietly begin their own internal cleanup.
We can choose to see these scenes in a positive light.

But when we overly romanticize such scenarios, the elephant is born — cloaked in the name of “goodness,” it conceals the truth.

The elephant of medicine can also be interpreted through the ancient wisdom: “The best doctor treats illness before it arises.”
Before the elephant appears, the body still has space to self-correct and heal.
But the damage caused by the first elephant inevitably gave rise to the second.

And so, we’ve entered a medical era that focuses only on results, without tracing causes.
These two elephants now rule the realm — they have multiplied endlessly, and their enormous weight has crushed the human conscience and curiosity that once sought the truth.