Leave and Let Me Die

Perhaps I had it coming, yes? Maybe this is what you'll tell me. You'll say it was the path I chose, all those roads I walked down, those bloody doors I opened. That once I was through the first there was no choice but to go through the second, and the third. One choice inevitably leads to a million others, and once a choice is made there is only one path.

And I believe I agree with you. But there is no way to blame it all on me. To blame me you must blame my father, and my mother, and their fathers and mothers, and their fathers and mothers, and their fathers and mothers, and the cities in which they lived, and the other people in them, and the forests and the oceans and the dinosaurs. I did what I did because of them. Blame Adam and Eve. Blame God.

I say this knowing that there's no way out. I say this as the light begins to fade, as sounds become sound. I say this without animosity or judgment. Because if I had him here, the Big Man in the Sky, I don't think I would chastise him at all. I think if it were He and I in a room with no windows I would only ask for Him to shed a little light. What kind of light, however, I do not know.