A coin is turned around before it is handed to the beggar, yet a child is unflinchingly tossed into cosmic bruteness.

The tragedy of a species becoming unfit for life by over-evolving one ability is not confined to humankind. Thus it is thought, for instance, that certain deer in paleontological times succumbed as they acquired overly-heavy horns. The mutations must be considered blind, they work, are thrown forth, without any contact of interest with their environment. In depressive states, the mind may be seen in the image of such an antler, in all its fantastic splendour pinning its bearer to the ground.

When a human being takes his life in depression, this is a natural death of spiritual causes. The modern barbarity of 'saving' the suicidal is based on a hair-raising misapprehension of the nature of existence.

Mankind ought to end its existence of its own will.

The seed of a metaphysical or religious defeat is in us all. For the honest questioner, however, who doesn't seek refuge in some faith or fantasy, there will never be an answer.

The immediate facts are what we must relate to. Darkness and light, beginning and end.

As long as humankind recklessly proceeds in the fateful delusion of being biologically fated for triumph, nothing essential will change.