Sunday, March 14, 2010

THOUGHTS THAT TROUBLE THE TROUBLED MIND

At the point of their last conscious thought, do suicides regret the act?  Or is that a given, in the sense that suicide implies regret of the highest order?

At the point (etc etc), do suicides feel relief?

But without regret, would relief even be possible?

Is it possible -- or even likely -- that 'their last conscious thought' happened well before the final act?

I believe that I would regret the following things:







Well, I suppose that's a relief.

7 comments:

Woozie said...

An untended haggis is a spoiled haggis.

Doctorboogaloo said...

Woozie: Me too.

Anonymous said...

This has been on my mind for some time..... It does lead to other issues...
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Doctorboogaloo said...

Frogsnorkeling? It's been on my mind lately as well.

Perhaps we do need to expand our menu to include more amphibians.

How does everyone feel about salamander souffle?

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