Anyway, I am going to go easy on the mentally ill. They have their own lives and they and their loved ones need to do what is right by them. Personally, I find the idea of artificially altering the brain for something like depression quite repellant, but each to their own. To me there is nothing more noble than a troubled mind howling into the wilderness like King Lear. You wouldn't want to imagine him popping some prozac and having a sleep. No, you have to work your own way through these things and though life is tough, that is part of the savage wonder.
It's a beautiful spring day today and I am going to go and look at the lake and see the cherry blossoms. Life is indeed a beautiful thing and I am going to cherish it in all the ways that the mentally ill cannot. If I see a rabbit I shall let it be.
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