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ValarMorghulis
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- Mar 25, 2021
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Only been here briefly, but nevertheless its been delightful getting to know all of you. I was planning to stick around for another couple of months for my family's sake but frankly I don't care anymore. I am surprisingly calm, numb, determined. It feels like I am standing at the feet of a cadaver, scalpel in hand and my nose filled with formaldehyde. My hands are steady and I'm slightly hungry. This is how I hold my own life in my hands. With respect, sure, but as something already dead - now there is only a job left to be done.
Thank you for all of your kindness. I've enjoyed reading your stories and one thing which stands out and breaks my heart is how many have been victims to medical malpractice and the pharmaceutical industry. It really opened my eyes and it is a deeply sad affair. I like to tell myself I would have been better than that - a virtuous doctor who does far more good than evil. But perhaps even that is not good enough and no one is saved from destroying lives in medicine. Everyone makes mistakes. That's a terrifying reality which most compartmentalise, lock away in a rarely travelled dungeon in their minds - it's the only way to cope.
Life is endlessly fascinating and we mistake this for beauty and worth. The latter do not apply unless you think beauty can be cruel - in many ways life is just children dying, over and over again. I forgot who said that but I'm sure it was someone very wise. For a long time fascination kept me alive but I don't want to know anymore. If this is a simulation, hopefully it's the type where there's nothing we can access outside. I fear a world which could contrive such a hell scape.
I feel so calm I sound robotic. It's odd. Tomorrow is my birthday and I will drive out to the forest and do partial. I will be like Shakespeare, I may even pen a limerick at the end of my suicide note. Today I get drunk, eat fine food and take my guitar to my nieces house. I'll listen to all my favourite albums. Hopefully you can be with me until I go.
Thanks
Thank you for all of your kindness. I've enjoyed reading your stories and one thing which stands out and breaks my heart is how many have been victims to medical malpractice and the pharmaceutical industry. It really opened my eyes and it is a deeply sad affair. I like to tell myself I would have been better than that - a virtuous doctor who does far more good than evil. But perhaps even that is not good enough and no one is saved from destroying lives in medicine. Everyone makes mistakes. That's a terrifying reality which most compartmentalise, lock away in a rarely travelled dungeon in their minds - it's the only way to cope.
Life is endlessly fascinating and we mistake this for beauty and worth. The latter do not apply unless you think beauty can be cruel - in many ways life is just children dying, over and over again. I forgot who said that but I'm sure it was someone very wise. For a long time fascination kept me alive but I don't want to know anymore. If this is a simulation, hopefully it's the type where there's nothing we can access outside. I fear a world which could contrive such a hell scape.
I feel so calm I sound robotic. It's odd. Tomorrow is my birthday and I will drive out to the forest and do partial. I will be like Shakespeare, I may even pen a limerick at the end of my suicide note. Today I get drunk, eat fine food and take my guitar to my nieces house. I'll listen to all my favourite albums. Hopefully you can be with me until I go.
Thanks