The case for suicide is strong, it is smart and ideal. It is by itself the only intelligent end to a life that has become aware of itself. In the case of knowing who you are, then yes, there is an innate dutiful obligation to either (a) enhance that knowing (b) explore that knowing (c) impart that knowing (d) use that knowing in order to bring about a better world. Now, in light of these four precepts of ‘knowing’, lets now see the ways in which these four lead to either chaos, happiness or suicide (and then see how in fact these three outcomes are so terribly similar):

(a) Enhance Knowing

Look around you, look closely, look at the faces you see everyday, or in fact even the faces you see anyway, by the by. They are all humans, they all have the same hopes and dreams as you. They want Gucci bags (maybe not), they want a delicious cocktail they’ve never taste before (maybe not), they want a perfectly tailored suit fitted to your exact body shape and who gives good god damned how much that costs (maybe not). Look closely, you are not them, they are not you. You may hate each other.

(b) Explore Knowing

Pointless to discuss politics, the supporters all yell things at you, things they don’t know, things they have been brainwashed to say. Verbatim media slogans written by people of my age, as in, my actual age. The funny thing is they are written by people who are my age who don’t really believe in the dogmatic policies of the party but like being paid to write highly persuasive sentences that get right in the brains of the common folk and then it’s funny when they spout them for free (not paid) out into the world. Ha.

(c) Impart Knowledge

(Fuck this one is hard and not at all flippant, okay…) The way in which you have exonerated suffering has made you better, the way you behaved (!) at a funeral, the very sense of sickness being the barest of humanity, as in baring humanity, baring the child within us, then, of course, overcoming patheticness, for that is the way we see adults behaving as children. In our hour of need there is always pity, and the subsequent reverence derived from overcoming childish pity makes the scene complete.

(d) Bringing a Better World

There is hope left within small communities, living apart, living within the knowable realm; parents, grandparents, children in strollers…it gets lost, they have jobs, the mother and the father, the nanny brings their children up, in love in her arms the children know love, the love Nadia the foreign aunt and after twelve years the family, the family who wants so much love and continuance with the values of their parents this love, this, love wish, is gone because they fire her and try to take over when their children cry and ask for Nadia.

There is nothing left in this world that can make you forget or forgive. There are only the choices we have made and what those choices mean and what the fuck I am gong to do to you because you made those choices. The Case For Suicide is clear:

In lieu of a purpose, a driving force, a reason to continue with this incumbent life that has reared its head again and again, whether you were a servant, blacksmith, maiden, assistant or Prince, it pays no bother. What does it mean now, right now, in this quasi-classist society? Much better than a hundred years ago yet still not so free as to arrange us all in equal footing? We are so lonely, we are so fed up, we are so fulfilled, we are so useless (cleaners) we are so pointless (teachers), we are so lost (lawyers)…we heal the sick. Doctors are gods always.