Only now at the edge of the precipice is it possible to realize that "everything we are taught is false." We live entirely in the past, nourished by dead thoughts. In the case of suicide we do not concern ourselves with whether he died a quick or a lingering death, whether his agony was great or little. The act of suicide always has a detonating effect; it shocks us for a moment into awareness. It makes us realize that we are blind and dead. How typical of our sick-ridden world that the law should view such attempts with hypocritical severity! What we want are victims of life to keep us company in our misery. What made him superior is that he had no heart. Is it surprising that a man" sans coeur" as he used to sign himself, can spend eighteen years of his life eating his heart out ? Baudelaire merely laid his heart bare; Rimbaud plucks his out and devours it slowly. "Who dies not before he dies is ruined when he dies." This is the fate which confronts the modern man: uprooted in the flux, he does not die but crumbles like a statue, dissolves, passes away into nothingness- His desire to posses the truth in body and soul is the longing for that Paradise which Blake called Beulah.It represents the state of grace of the fully conscious man who,by accepting hell unconditionally, discovers a Paradise of his own creation. How boring! What am I doing here ? That cry of despair epitomizes the plight of the earth-bound.