Pushing on a Rope

I also can not cry.  I have been to over 10 funerals of friends and relatives.  Not a fucking tear shed.  I do not know what or the why.  I feel that they are better, but I, myself, am torn with sorrow.  This I do not know why.

Sex itself did not bring happiness which it should.  All I know is that I can only help man kind through my own schooling like those before me.  Death is sudden like the most common reaction between molecules but to me so finite.  

I leave you with this as something to think about while I try to fornicate with some attractive women.  

K