Suicidarse o no, ésa es la cuestión.

The Sunset Limited, escrito por Cormac McCarthy, es un libro que no deja indiferente a nadie. Que toca un tema tan delicado como el suicidio de una manera desgarradora. Escrita en forma de obra teatral, el libro plasma la conversación entre Black, cristiano convencido y que ha evitado el suicidio de White, y éste, un profesor ateísta que sólo anela poner fin a su vida. El diálogo (todo el libro) está lleno de fuerza y puro sentimiento por ambas partes. Aquí os dejo un fragmento que me ha impresionado. 

Black           Mm. If I'm understandin you right you saying that everybody that aint just eat up with the dumb-ass (God) ought to be suicidal.

White            Yes.

Black            You aint shittin me?

White            No. I'm not shitting you. If people saw the world for what it truly is. Saw their lives for what they truly are. Without dreams or illusions. I don't believe they could offer the first reason why they should not elect to die as soon as possible. 

Black            Damn, Professor. 

White            (Coldly) I don't believe in God. Can you understand that? Look around you man. Can't you see? The clamor and din of those in torment has to be the sound most pleasing to his ear. And I loathe these discussions. The argument of the village atheist whose single passion is to revile endlessly that which denies the existence of in the first place. Your fellowship is a fellowship of pain and nothing more. And if that pain were actually collective instead of simply reiterative then the sheer weight of it would drag the world from the walls of the universe and sending it to crashing and burning through whatever night it might yet be capable of engendering until it was no t even ash. And justice? Brotherhood? Eternal life? Good god, man. Show me a religion that prepares one for death. For nothingness. There's a church I might enter. Yours prepares one only for more life. For dreams, illusions and lies. If you could banish the fear of death from men's hearts they wouldn't live a day. Who would want this nightmare if not for fear of the next? The shadow o the axe hangs over every joy. Every road ends in death. Or worse. Every friendship. Every love. Torment, betrayal, loss, suffering, pain, age, indignity, and hideous lingering illness. All with a single conclusion. For you and for everyone and everything that you have chosen to care for. There's the true brotherhood, The true fellowship. And everyone is a member for life, You tell me that my brother is my salvation? My salvation? Well, then damn him. Damn him in every shape and form and guise. Do I see myself in him? Yes. I do. And what I see sickness me. Do you understand me? Can you understand me?