Are you familiar with the very listenable jazz pianist Bill Evans? A fabulous, genius player, mostly trio work with bass and drums, brilliant, classical music of improvisation. For me, as a woman, having too many Bill Evans CDs is like having too many pairs of shoes: neither possible nor sensible! The music is always good, always positive, always engaging, always as complex as any other classical music. (Evans was educated in classical music.) Except it happens to be jazz. He died at the age of 51 of heroin addiction. One of his jazz fellows described his death as "the world's longest suicide."
I don't know. My late, wonderful father assured me that none of us are going to get out of this alive.
Suicide is between the person's soul and Jesus. Seems to me it's better to focus on one's own relationship with The Man than pronounce that some other schlub is going to burn in eternal hell for snubbing the Almighty with suicide. I can only hope not because we're all weak, and hence I pray for the guy who committed suicide, that Jesus got to him before the end.
And prayers are needed for a nation of moral, God-fearing people pressured to fund on-demand abortion with their labor (money) in the name of national health care. Talk about slow suicide.
I’m not a jazz fan, but after reading your post I’ll have to check out Bill Evans. Thank goodness for Spotify.
Your point about slow suicide taken. It doesn’t really require heroin addiction, depression and abandonment will do just fine (probably in reverse order.) Those who do it the quick method don’t deserve our condemnation. It is not they who are “selfish” (as if the dead could be selfish!), it is we, poor things (selfish), who blame the suicides for hurting our precious feelings, when it was ultimately we who failed them!