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Archive for February, 2006

The Undiscovered Country

There was a point in my life, a tipping point, when the complexity and insanity overwhelmed the simple and peaceful. It’s hard to point to a single day or moment in time when that happened. I think it probably happens to everyone – some people are just stronger than others and they somehow make it through. Others, like me, don’t make it and they step into the twilight zone where nothing makes sense. Like Pink, I can see their lips move but I can’t hear what they’re saying.

In the final analysis, I was too weak to endure and have selected myself out of the race. The torment that has no doubt plagued my entire paternal bloodline is finally at an end. It is truly a marvel that some random mutation could cause a mismatched base pair on a strand of DNA and therefore cause my brain to hit the accelerator just as I see the wall approaching. That said, biology is not destiny. I chose this path and I alone am responsible. There is nothing anyone could have done or said to make me change my mind.

To my friends and family, thank you. I love you. Any unanswered questions you may have can be found on my website. I started nautis 2 years ago to begin this process of documenting my decline. I have thanked the most important people there and have documented my dreams and adventures. It is a Matthew time capsule and though it’s called “Maybe Matthew” is really is Matthew. It’s all honest and from the heart. I promise any question you could possibly have, can be found here.

Shakespeare called death “the undiscovered country.” I doubt that there are bright lights or tunnels. It must be more like when we fall asleep at night and we finally just lose consciousness … and dream. I wonder what I will dream about?

A Damp, Drizzly November In My Soul

Some years ago – never mind how long precisely – having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off – then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.

I’m Stepping Into the Twilight Zone

Somewhere in a lonely hotel room there’s a guy starting to realize that eternal fate has turned its back on him. It’s 2AM.

The fear is gone. I’m sittin’ here waiting. The gun’s still warm. Thinking my connection is tired of taking chances. Yeah, there’s a storm on the loose, sirens in my head. Wrapped up in silence, all circuits are dead. Cannot decode – my whole life spins into a frenzy. Read more