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  <content>Is one of most intriguing constructions of the mind. Regardless of its source it is very stable and often lethal. Why people choose to view a world in a hopeless manner is beyond my understanding. I never really was able to reach this point. No matter how deep I submerge into my despairs a sense of stability, well-being and goodness is always there, on fringes of my perception.
At the moment I tend to think that suicide (this topic arouse from recent readings on Wittgenstein's family) is always an accident. Because the depression is so stable it allows exploration of its "space", and where one walks one will inevitably trip, sooner if the surrounding area is unknown or simply dark. This trip can then be realized when a person is already between the bridge and the water.  A psychedelic experience can, perhaps, be a real assisted "suicide", a safe-net for an experience of death, an ultimate border&#8211;wall of any depression. When one experiences its own destruction the whole experiment is concluded, there is nothing else that can be done and a spiral of downfall should change its direction (Dante?). </content>
  <created-at type="datetime">2009-03-03T08:42:21+00:00</created-at>
  <id type="integer">7</id>
  <tags>death</tags>
  <title>Depression</title>
  <updated-at type="datetime">2009-03-03T08:42:21+00:00</updated-at>
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