If You Are Unhappy, You Are Too

It Isn't Possible To Kill Part Of Your “self” Unless You Kill Yourself First. If You Ruin Your Conscious Personality, The So-called Ego-personality, You Deprive The Self Of Its Real Goal, Namely To Become Real Itself. The Goal Of Life Is The Realization Of The Self. If You Kill Yourself You Abolish That Will Of The Self To Become Real, But It May Arrest Your Personal Development Inasmuch It Is Not Explained. You Ought To Realise That Suicide Is Murder, Since After Suicide There Remains A Corpse Exactly As With Any Ordinary Murder. Only It Is Yourself That Has Been Killed.

A Sense Of A Wider Meaning To One's Existence Is What Raises A Man Beyond Mere Getting And Spending. If He Lacks This Sense, He Is Lost And Miserable.

Moreover, My Ancestors' Souls Are Sustained By The Atmosphere Of The House, Since I Answer For Them The Questions That Their Lives Once Left Behind. I Carve Out Rough Answers As Best I Can. I Have Even Drawn Them On The Walls. It Is As If A Silent, Greater Family, Stretching Down The Centuries, Were Peopling The House.

Follow That Will And That Way Which Experience Confirms To Be Your Own.

Fortunately, In Her Kindness And Patience, Nature Has Never Put The Fatal Question As To The Meaning Of Their Lives Into The Mouths Of Most People. And Where No One Asks, No One Needs To Answer.