Without Science, There Would Be No Such

I Look Back Over My Shoulder And Feel The Presence Of An Intense Young Girl And Then A Volatile And Disturbed Young Woman, Both With High Dreams And Restless, Romantic Aspirations

It Took Me Far Too Long To Realize That Lost Years And Relationships Cannot Be Recovered. That Damage Done To Oneself And Others Cannot Always Be Put Right Again.

We All Build Internal Sea Walls To Keep At Bay The Sadnesses Of Life And The Often Overwhelming Forces Within Our Minds. In Whatever Way We Do This--through Love, Work, Family, Faith, Friends, Denial, Alcohol, Drugs, Or Medication, We Build These Walls, Stone By Stone, Over A Lifetime.

It Was As If My Father Had Given Me, By Way Of Temperament, An Impossibly Wild, Dark, And Unbroken Horse. It Was A Horse Without A Name, And A Horse With No Experience Of A Bit Between Its Teeth. My Mother Taught Me To Gentle It; Gave Me The Discipline And Love To Break It; And- As Alexander Had Known So Intuitively With Bucephalus- She Understood, And Taught Me, That The Beast Was Best Handled By Turning It Toward The Sun.

There Is An Assumption, In Attaching Puritan Concepts Such As 'successful' And 'unsuccessful' To The Awful, Final Act Of Suicide, That Those Who 'fail' At Killing Themselves Not Only Are Weak, But Incompetent, Incapable Even Of Getting Their Dying Quite Right.