Tag: Suicide Awareness
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Pythagoras Condemned Suicide Because….Math
Of the many principles attributed to Pythagoras, the most securely identified with him is metempsychosis, or the ‘transmigration of souls’, a theory that considers each soul immortal and which, upon the death of its host, enters into a new body. To Pythagoras, the surprise entry of a newly released soul into the ethereal pool upset…
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The World of the Thinking
As usual, Carter set a blistering pace. In less than thirty minutes he’d introduced himself to over one hundred patrons of the bar, inviting each one over to the table for a birthday drink. Each bartender got a brief visit and a generous tip. He ascended the bandstand and made the acquaintance of each member…
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Call Me Zamira
Kak walked down Duval considering the fickle physics of grief and just how she might get Rudy to depression. Even with the progress of the day, she needed a method of speeding up. She saw it on the corner of Duval and Caroline Street. Sunshine Scooters and its fleet of bicycles. Five minutes and fifteen…
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‘…I am haunted by the vivid memories of killings and corpses and anger and pain…of starving or wounded children…’
From the final note written by South African photojournalist Kevin Carter before ending his own life by carbon monoxide poisoning. He won the 1994 Pulitzer Prize for Feature Photography with his 1993 image of a starving Sudanese child fallen to the ground, a vulture in the background awaiting its opportunity for a meal. Carter chased…
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Yes
Kak floated in the dream of death, marveling that while it had stolen her body, her intellect was surprisingly intact. Her memory remained sharp and with it, the ability to consider, as a person in a particular and uncharted situation might, what had transpired to bring her here. Perhaps there was a lesson she needed…
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The Girl
Rudy slipped his cell phone into his pocket and hurried through Mallory Square. He’d missed the sunset but the celebration pulsed on against the fading Key West sky. Like the sun, Carter had slipped from sight, disappearing into the sea of vacationers dropping their dollar bills into the tip buckets of the sword swallower, the…
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Smudged
Kak didn’t feel the synthetic lightning arc from the paddle on her left side and through her rib cage to the paddle on her right. She didn’t feel her heart seize as the current from the defibrillator stunned and silenced the muscle’s confused electrical messages to itself. Somewhere, Philip yelled her name. Like everything else…
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The Throat of the Eternal Night
It hadn’t escaped her notice that the voice had not heralded the coming of denial. Was it a bad omen? Maybe the rules were different at this stage. Kak thought about that as she watched from the far right window of the Last Call Beach Bar. The plane lifted off the ground, gained altitude, and…
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