The last thing to make me cry
was the grim realisation of the futility of it all. All our endeavours, our achievements and our centuries of progress from cave dwellers to the technologically advanced society of today. All of it is worth absolutely nothing. We've learnt nothing. There are still wars and suffering, people die needlessly while others squander their lives in an orgy of self-service. Children are molested, bigotry is still rife, religion and politics exploit the common man and we sit back and let it happen.



However, to qualify all of the above I do have tendency to over-think things and suffer intermittently from depression. So, the last sensible thing to make me cry was probably my grandfather dying.
(nunoncastors is more serious than cancer, Thu 14 Apr 2005, 23:08, Reply)