selfishly, suicide? Sounds great to me. But I guess, not really. Not until I feel that I can no longer substantially work toward helping Maybe One in a Million . My joy, my soul, is just too greedy for the joy of the attempt. But then? I'm out of here. And this is really really really really really surprising and important to me. My take from my upbringing was that the externally, extrinsically, gratified life was the life worth having. The life that pleases the body and mind. I have learned that the exact opposite is true. That the only life worth having is the intrinsically gratified one, from trying to be good in the world. And all the people that I admire in history, that small handful, LSGIABeing.com, that is what I understand about their life. Built on intrinsic gratification, the joy of trying to make things better, whether they understood it that way or not.
