Anyone who has known me within the past century could probably name a couple of the 4 public figures that make me believe free will is possible. All four have written books. One killed his wife playing William Tell 27 years before I was born. One was nearly shot to death by a lesbian who wrote an obscene play. One survived the bombing of Dresden. The only one still living has been fired 7 times, but now is his own boss and can't be fired.
Anyways, one of them had his mother commit suicide while he was an adult but before he had a family. He also lost his sister prematurely and raised several of her children as his own. Sad, I guess. He didn't have any villians in his books. My "friend from Chicago," who also is a child of a suicide, thinks or at least thought I based my initial career path on one of this fellow's novels. Hmmm... I never read any of his books until I had already switched majors, so the coindence is more intriguing, don't you think?
I am deliberately being vague, my dear gentle reader, but only because I am hurt at the thought that I lack empathy as though I'm retarded and shoot guns randomly out my bedroom window indifferent as to whether I kill a pregnant woman or not because my gun nut dad used to pal about with a slacker artist who thought he could rule the world...
Sorry, that book was nothing to do with me, but I can internalize sadness for I have felt the pain of losing loved ones though not my parents or sibling, but those who meant more to me nonetheless.
In addition to atheists, I am bothered by children of suicides.
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