What pathetic excuse for a man is he who hasn't the will to live preferring the fog of conjectures and theory to the sublime in the moment Let him take his life I say! It's worthless anyway The world won't miss him nor will I But alas! It's not easy! Take blade or rope and do the deed Or face the heights and take a leap The heart pounds romantic notions vanish quickly Conviction and clarity of mind rare commodities at such times and with such peoples But, oh what pity! that pills and pistol so abundant with us make easy the coward's path No judgement No reality Just confusion and a tragic end [24 IV 04]