Talk:Not Dead/@comment-5245439-20140810210536/@comment-7706473-20140815131759

But I liiiike theological discussions. (Actually, prudent call Xelrog.) Nevertheless: I just wanted to add two cents from a heath-dweller like myself, since I prefer my theism plural rather then empty or singular. So binary!

From the standards of the poem, it seems like the old man is trying to yell down to those blasted kids that hey, he wants to die - but they've got their boom-box on so loud, playing the self-help tapes he released back in the day, they can't hear his voice (hoarse and broken) over the waves of sound. So from one perspective, one could also see this as a lose-lose situation; the decline of faith in any meaningful way, leaving none happy. Though one would have to be pretty pessimistic to reach such a conclusion.. ;P