I want to say something about the poor woman with cancer who plans on ending her life on her own terms.
First off, if she does do it, please don't assume she's going to hell for it. No matter what anybody does, there is always always always "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do" to look to.
I was going to give a long explanation of why it's horrible to end your own life, but as usual I've overestimated my ability to convert brain waves into actual words. Suicide has always given me the chills, and I can't imagine what it would be like to know someone who could do that to himself and to his family.
I think that's the whole theme of Harry Potter. Voldemort tries both to elude and control death and inflicts suffering on countless others; Dumbledore and Grindelwald look for the Hallows in order to be "masters of death" with horrible results; but Harry masters his own death by accepting it and walking into it by his own will. It's a bit like Abraham Lincoln's saying, "I defeat my enemies when I make them my friends," if I've got that right. Death, the enemy, is defeated when you befriend it.
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