Greetings,
We've all been at the precipise..at least I have.
But that was long ago and far away.
After approaching the edge then being able to walk away, not be carried,
I did a little reading.
I don't know what I was thinking but somehow I found myself reading a little
Nietche.
The only thing I remember about it is the following.
'Thoughts of suicide get one through many a cold evening.'
I think thats kinda true.
After being so close..and so far at the same time, I found the strength to
push on. I cannot even begin to speculate what kind of situation was there
where the strength was not enough.
I have many problems with organised religion, mostly with the more orthox
branches.
One of the prominent ones being this idiotic condemnation of those who commit
suicide. I hope that Ben, who I never had the fortune to meet, is at peace
now. He has to be.
There simply is no alternative.
I am today, a respectful and subdued,
Mad-Hamlet
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