In a return to nothingness.

Being famous. And a performer. And eccentric. That must be a horrible way to live. Must drive one crazy. How does one get relief from it all? I suppose with sedatives. With drugs. And then to be driven by one's art. Pop music, or whatever. Little wonder that Michael Jackson is dead. Maybe he wanted blessed relief from the morass he found himself in. He had become a freak. Because of his circumstances. It happened to Elvis Presley, too. Maybe they wished for a life of solitude. Peace. And they only found it in death. In a return to nothingness. --Jim Broede