Now When I Die, I Shall Only

After A While, Though, Even The Deepest Sorrow Faltered, Even The Most Penetrating Despair Lost Its Scalpel Edge.

Normalcy Was A Majority Concept, The Standard Of Many And Not The Standard Of Just One Man.

What Condemnation Could Possibly Be More Harsh Than One’s Own, When Self-pretense Is No Longer Possible?

In A Typical Desperation For Quick Answers, Easily Understood, People Had Turned To Primitive Worship As The Solution. With Less Than Success. Not Only Had They Died As Quickly As The Rest Of The People, But They Had Died With Terror In Their Hearts, With A Mortal Dread Flowing In Their Very Veins.

If Men Only Felt About Death As They Do About Sleep, All Terrors Would Cease. . . Men Sleep Contentedly, Assured That They Will Wake The Following Morning. They Should Feel The Same About Their Lives.