out here there is no life and death there is no change or separation no hurt or hate out here there is only love one eternal stream of all loving all consuming light there is no me or you there is only one... sitting at home on a saturday night cat in lap thinking of fallen comrade. this life was too sad for him. he thought so much of it but still life disappointed him. people suck i agree mostly i admit, but its so sad that he didn't see what else was open to him that he had been so closed in by whatever fear or comfort that he felt the only way to escape it was through death there where a million life's here he could have lived happily we all have a million lives inside us a million chances to reinvent ourselves in another place and another time. life is a dream. our dream. any dream. some people want nightmares and some people want tragedy. intentions are actions in heaven. ripjd