Your tragedy too

So, if someone asked you what your tragedy was... if, standing at the edge of eternal bliss, someone were to turn you around and ask you "what makes you think you deserve to be here?" what would you say? There are only really two answers to this question, so you better decide which one is yours. Either you deserve to be there because the tragedy count starts so far back, when you were a kid, when you couldn't help being a victim of it, no matter what, or it started late, real late, and every tragedy is of your own making. Don't worry though - none of you fall into the later. You'd have to be the child of an enormously wealthy movie producer who thought ahead enough that you never had a pet goldfish or a servant over 25. You would have to had to encounter death for the first time at an age where you were so corrupted, that in itself would serve as a tragedy enough. It hasn't happened yet.

The encounter with death for those who grow up torchered or torchering is perverted horribly. To encounter death too young is to be indelibly scared by it. I wonder sometimes if they go numb or if they feel it as acutely as you and I would if we suddenly switched body. There are two camps of thought on this issue. Those who buy gas for their tanks and diamonds for their fiancees would be wise to consider which they fall into and which they would like to.

Before compliance sets in, remember, for He or They who do not encounter death at all, we are all thus considered.