Water And Stone Flesh And Bone Night

You Thought You’d Never Give Up Your Vocation, A Voice Whispered Inside Me. You Thought You’d Never Even Consider It. But You’ve Met The One Man Who Could Change Your Mind. He Is Your Perfect Complement. He Is Cathal To Your Clodagh; He Is Bran To Your Liadan. No Wonder You Conjured Up Those Images. No Wonder They Make You Weep.

As For Religious Faith, A Lack Of It Shouldn't Stop Us From Doing Good Deeds For Their Own Sake.

Good And Bad; Shade And Sunlight, There's But A Hair's Breath Between Them. It's All One In The End.

Stronger Than Iron Crueler Than Death Sweeter Than Springtime It Lives Beyond Breath

I Do Not View Suicide As Wicked, Just Terribly Sad. There Is Only One Death, But It Is Like A Stone Cast Into A Pond - The Ripples Stretch Far. Such An Act Must Leave A Burden Of Sorrow, Guilt, Shame And Confusion On An Entire Family. A Natural Death, Such As My Father Suffered, Is Hard Enough To Deal With. A Decision To End One's Life Must Be Still More Devastating For Those Left Behind. I Cannot Imagine The Degree Of Hopelessness Someone Must Feel To Contemplate Such An Act.