Many years ago, I used to religiously follow the crew of guys who formed Giantbomb.com (a video game related website). They were sort of my personal "friendship simulator", if you will. I found them all as a cadre to both be insightful, funny & informative, but round about 2012 I kinda drifted away from them. Anyway, there was this one guy part of the group (Ryan Davis) who eventually ended up dying of sleep apnea which, as far as I know, is completely painless. You just go to sleep one night and don't wake up. Needless to say, but I was, and still am, quite envious of his great fortune in being blessed with such a wondrously merciful end. He was the jolliest motherfucker alive, at least he always came across that way, and, in many ways, he died utterly happy & contented. Even if I had all the money/power in the world, I'd never be able to acquire something as rare & ephemeral like that for myself. So again, he was one lucky fucking bastard. Him and every other dopey Pollyanna who perishes in a sudden, painless & unexpected way. The delusional masochists who want to do nothing else, but keep on living end up having their lives cut short. Whereas the more enlightened among us who want nothing more than a graceful exit from all this misery, are blighted with the misfortune to keep on living and thereby to keep on suffering. What bitter irony, but that's the Demiurge for you.
