always, when i want to sleep, everything comes to me, Raven. Everything.
You know, that a so-called psychiatrist refused, to take the painful and sinful life confession from me with the justification, that it's not worth it, Listening to the untreated, die in Exit- clarification are.
The Psychoguild exposed their true self to me over the last few years, deeply business-oriented character.
Who can no longer optimize anything in his existence, who is truly lost or at the mercy of death, that is an impertinence even for a psychiatrist.
What the confessor's censure at that time,
is today the educational doctrine of the Psychoguild.
These people operate on behalf of the economy, not humanity.
Who just wants to tell someone about their heavy life, can't find a therapist for it. Because there is nothing to correct and improve.
A dying companion was suggested to me, but actually that's not the right thing for my concern.
I'm still here, Raven, I still have concerns of life and pain caused by life. Of course they have a different character, thereby, that I ask for euthanasia at Exit. But they also already have this different character due to the illness itself…..the disease itself is a farewell in installments….
And that makes a person's mood different, as if he is just beginning life projects….
I find a dying companion, sorry, Raven, but I find that a slight joke or affront. Then you need a day, before the time comes, perhaps.
There you see, Raven, that my life is now officially assigned to nothing, which is impressively shown as a result:
Nobody wants to listen to me.
A human, who only wants to speak out of necessity or loneliness; that is not enough for the therapist,
these officials trained to inhumanity!
That's how I talk to you, Raven. Just the fact, that you can whistle and fly, makes you the ideal companion.