Madness comes to those who abandon all hope.
Hamlet: “To die, to sleep–No more–and by a sleep to say we end the heartache, and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep–To sleep–perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause.”
Hamlet, III.i.60-68 – Shakespear
Hamlet is tortured with the fear that there might not be peace even in death as he contemplates suicide. In that, Hamlet regards the result of death as a mystery. As it is to any mortal. What dreams may come does give pause. A pause, in particular, for him who is considering suicide. For we fear what may, if anything, lie beyond the grave. And, as well, fear that if there is an after, what place do we have in it?…
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