I would venture to submit that if one is actually depressed, doing it (caring?) for oneself is quite difficult, hence the depression. That's a very cynical reply, I believe, yours below. On the other hand, if people don't help themselves, who will? Who knows? Who cares? We can't all die with a baton in our hand conducting an arkestra. Personally, I don't believe Andy expressing exhaustion with humanity is depression nor depressing. It isn't particularly insightful or informative either but I'm certainly not bothered by it. Not unless he decides to load himself up with explosives to prove the point. And even then, not unless he detonates those explosives and even then, only if he does it in front of me or in front of people I know. So there, all the proper qualifiers of "reality". On the one hand and then on the other... But thanks for that poem earlier, Eric. And make sure to root for the Mets tonight, even if it's only subliminally. On Thu, 19 Oct 2006 13:20:46 -0400, "Eric Yost" <eyost1132@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> said: > Andy: My reason is a depressive (okay, I admit it), > realistic wondering of, truly, who cares? > > > Eric: If you don't, there's nobody to do it for you. > > ------------------------------------------------------------------ > To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, > digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html -- Steve Chilson stevechilson@xxxxxxxxxxx -- http://www.fastmail.fm - Accessible with your email software or over the web ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html