In All Experience, There Is Something To

Water And Stone Flesh And Bone Night And Morn Rose And Thorn Tree And Wind Heart And Mind

In All Experience, There Is Something To Be Learned. In Deepest Sorrow, Wisdom Is Found. In The Well Of Despair, Hope Rises.

This Had Been Real: Real In Its Flaws And Uncertainties, Real In Its Small Triumphs, Real In Its Compromises And Understanding.

Even In That Time Of Utter Darkness, Somewhere Deep Inside Me The Memory Of Love And Goodness Had Stayed Alive.

I Do Not View Suicide As Wicked, Just Terribly Sad. There Is Only One Death, But It Is Like A Stone Cast Into A Pond - The Ripples Stretch Far. Such An Act Must Leave A Burden Of Sorrow, Guilt, Shame And Confusion On An Entire Family. A Natural Death, Such As My Father Suffered, Is Hard Enough To Deal With. A Decision To End One's Life Must Be Still More Devastating For Those Left Behind. I Cannot Imagine The Degree Of Hopelessness Someone Must Feel To Contemplate Such An Act.