None of the accounts mention it, though as I find in online searching, none of them had an actual obituary, either. But within the span of a year, three special acquaintances – all in their prime – had died of what appears to be suicide if you read between the lines of the news releases.
One was my best friend ever of my adult years, until our lives turned in much different yet somehow parallel directions. The second, a high school classmate of deep intellect – a shared rarity where we were in that troubled period. And the third, someone who stayed a week with us before returning to some truly horrific visions in the realms of international policy.
All three were remarkable and important individuals.
Anais Nin once posited that each of us has a demon to battle, and my response remains, “Only one?” On another level, I wonder about those individuals who have never felt the despair that prompts suicide.
I suspect this is one of those areas of our spiritual quest and practice we rarely discuss. Where could we even begin? How can we possibly define life fully, much less death? We can speculate, of course. Yet the darkness and accompanying numbness are, for me, inarticulate as the void described in Genesis 1:1.
There are no answers, in the end. Only the dawning of Light, when we can greet it.
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Such a thought-provoking post. Thank you.
I’m so sorry for these losses. Inexplicable death feels somehow more forlorn than that which can be explained. I find odd comfort, though, in the image you invoke of the formless void from Genesis. The story tells us that the Holy One drew from that inarticulate chaos the vast and wondrous universe that surrounds us. As one who has spent a fair share of time in that darkness, I will try to remember this should my path lead there again.