If you really believe, Alamo Girl, that life is just 'a poor player that struts and frets, a tale told by an idiot' and all that, and that before too long we all will step off into a pitch-dark abyss of eternal nothingness . . believing that, what prevents one from going home and facing the business end of a 12 gauge shotgun?
I mean, what's the point?
(AlamoGirl: `Thank you for your input, insight, tumblindice!')
You're welcome in advance.
You're welcome in advance.
The realization that if this is the only life you get, you shouldn't waste it, because you won't be getting another. Live it as best you can.
Note, however, that fanatical Muslims, who believe that they get another life after this one, are only too happy to strap on bombs and end this one, in mass numbers. I think your reasoning is exactly backwards.
I mean, what's the point?
The point is that life is precious.