| What sort of world is this? Not much of a world. A lunatic life filled with suffering, void of meaning. Yet it is all the world there is. One can only choose life, or choose death. Having chosen life, I must live it as it is. Complaining about it is part of living this life. But one must complain without hope of life being improved in response to the complaints. No one is listening who can do anything about it. The only ones who will hear my complaints are the other complainers who are also trapped in this hollow space, this one and only available life: Sheldon Kopp "The Hanged Man" |