"If I take death into my life, acknowledge it, and face it squarely, I will free myself from the anxiety of death and the pettiness of life - and only then will I be free to become myself." ~ Martin Heidegger
I don't think I could make it without my penis. Who would wake me up in the morning? Who would make my decisions for me?
This would be just too scary to even think about.
I love the NSA. It's like having a secret fan-base you will never see, but they're there, watching everything you write and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside knowing that I may be some person's only form of unconstitutional entertainment one night.
I would end me with the help of my wife (A nurse with access to good drugs), who would likely be as upset as I am.