This last week we got a message from my son's sport club that one of the junior members had died. Without a cause of death I'm assuming it was suicide. A picture of a happy, good-looking young man accompanied the message. What are my assumptions worth? Can this stifling depression that is rampant in society be justified for the "greater good?"
I don't believe that we have control over the greater good. And yes, I believe in science and no, not in God. All things have their season, and in their times all things pass under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted. A time to kill, and a time to heal. A time to destroy, and a time to build. A time to weep, and a time to laugh. A time to mourn, and a time to dance. A time to scatter stones, and a time to gather. A time to embrace, and a time to be far from embraces. A time to get, and a time to lose. A time to keep, and a time to cast away. A time to rend, and a time to sew. A time to keep silence, and a time to speak. A time of love, and a time of hatred. A time of war, and a time of peace. What has man more of his labour? Lullaby is done, and will be made public soon. Daemon Lover is in the making. After that, Omnia Tempus Habent.
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