Where is there an end to it?

The last story I read, the story of the death of a man after he jumped off a bridge, witnessed by a firefighter, has haunted me. What are we doing? I had a call tonight from someone who I know talking about her anxiety. This person is successful by any standard. Yet she is concerned about her relationships. Her ability to contribute (although she volunteers). Her ability to maintain intimacy (she’s young). The bottom line is that if she’s anything to go by, we have a problem.

Human society has always been a crucible. So many assumptions about our common purpose paper over the…