I write this column with a very heavy heart as yesterday I learned that the most gentle, kindest friend I have ever known took his life.
I can’t pretend to comprehend how such a thing could happen to such an incredibly smart man except to note that life is beyond the grasp of intelligence.
I can’t comprehend how someone so kind to life could have life be so unkind to him except to discover that the Beatles were wrong and that we aren’t guaranteed to receive all that we give.
I can’t comprehend how someone that sought with all that he was to rediscover his faith would ultimately lose faith in himself.
Life cannot be described any better than what you believe in. We all believe in something, even if it is that life has no meaning. It is in that belief that forms all of our hopes or anguish.