Yet another musing of mine... (Revised)

Don't we sometimes wonder whether the sanctity of life is still existent? Especially in our contemporary society today with plenty of news featuring death. Disgruntled employees killing employers in cold blood, a phenomenal rise in the number of suicide cases and of course, Devil's favourite game- military conflicts. Heck, i remember reading up of this joker who was charged and jailed after he tried commiting suicide, albeit unsuccessfully for the third time...

Brudder, i would suggest getting a vet to do a full body examination for you. Who knows? A bewildered vet could wind up discovering some feline whiskers or fur on your body and declare you to be a feline!! Then again, i am not trying to express contempt for life. This is one heinous crime i would rather not commit. Hear this now, once and for all... Life in all of its aspects shouldn't be unceremoniously snuffed out just like that. For goodness's sake, where is the sanctity? Where is the due respect that should be accorded to Life for being a miracle in the first place?

I often wonder what lurks in the inner workings of a person on the verge of suicide. One could reasonably muse that probably the particular individual is undergoing thoughts of upheavals. What?! That the ultimate demonstration of Gravity is done in by a final straw? Newton would probably scream blue murder in his final resting place... No matter what, arguments to propose the driving initiative for suicide is still continuing unabated. This, i would leave gladly to my fellow scientific brethrens in the field of Psychology. *Salute

Yet, one thought still continue to bedevil me even as i lay the hypothesises to rest(you think i purposely intended a pun here??). That is, what is really going on in that poor fella's head as he/she is in the midst of the suicide fall? I'm inclined to think that the person is probably having flashbacks of his life, a fast recap of thoughts. Well, do you really think so? One thing i'm sure, the wheels of death has already been set in irreversible motion the moment that individual takes the plunge. It is almost certain that the Grim Reaper is awaiting below with arms, wide open. Out of so many documented cases of freefall suicide, were there at least one or two poor souls which awoke from their folly too late? As his/her face retched up an expression of untold agony, the world spins by farther and farther...

What if that facial expression was the ultimate expression of regret, not of physical pain?

I shudder everytime i think of this...