If I Can't Feel, If I Can't

One Of The Advantages Of Science Is That One's Work, Ultimately, Is Either Replicated Or It Is Not.

I Long Ago Abandoned The Notion Of A Life Without Storms, Or A World Without Dry And Killing Seasons. Life Is Too Complicated, Too Constantly Changing, To Be Anything But What It Is. And I Am, By Nature, Too Mercurial To Be Anything But Deeply Wary Of The Grave Unnaturalness Involved In Any Attempt To Exert Too Much Control Over Essentially Uncontrollable Forces. There Will Always Be Propelling, Disturbing Elements, And They Will Be There Until, As Lowell Put It, The Watch Is Taken From The Wrist.

I Had A Terrible Temper, After All, And Though It Rarely Erupted, When It Did It Frightened Me And Anyone Near Its Epicenter. It Was The Only Crack, But A Disturbing One, In The Otherwise Vacuum-sealed Casing Of My Behavior.

When I Am High I Couldn't Worry About Money Of I Tried. So I Don't. The Money Will Come From From Somewhere; I Am Entitled; God Will Provide. Credit Cards Are Disastrous, Personal Checks Worse. Unfortunately, For Manics Anyway, Mania Is A Natural Extension Of The Economy.

I Think People Don't Understand How Intimately Tied Suicide Is To Mental Illness, Particularly To Depressive Illness And Bipolar Illness.