Suicide (n.) is a thought serving as a great source of comfort which allows us to keep going through bad nights.
Suicide (n.) is always and entirely up to each individual alone, whether the reasons for it are good or bad, or whether there is no reason for it at all, and is for no one else to judge, praise, condemn, or gloss.
Suicide (n.) is an act of honor, paradoxically involving the fact that if done to success, rendering one thereby almost deserving to live.
Suicide (n.) is both a human right and a human privilege, such that we humans are the only creatures who, whenever things go badly, can strike ourselves off like a badly written sentence and we can do it whether for human honor, for human pity, or from being disgusted with ourselves.
Suicide (n.) is an act that relatives hold against one on account of the fact that, out of consideration for their reputation, the person did not remain alive.
Suicide (n.) is a great consolation by means of which one gets through many a dark night.
Suicide (n.) is the human privilege: we alone, having turned out unsatisfactorily, can cross ourselves out like an unsatisfactory sentence.
Suicide (n.) as a thought is a powerful comfort: it helps one through many a dreadful night.