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In times past we would shackle ourselves to such tradition and train constantly for the strength to carry these traditions forward. The son carrying on the dreams (and sins) of the father.

Nowadays we see this as a burden akin to slavery. We want to be free. We feel stuck between a comfortable prison and the endless freedom of a bottomless pit.

The failure to impart an aspect of tradition leads to suicide just as leaving someone naked and alone in a jungle leads to physical death.

Suicide is devastating because it is the clearest signal that something went wrong in the family. Often the parents weren’t strong enough themselves to wade into the dark places the child got lost in or were enticed into.

Each suicide is an earthquake for a family. Chains of suicides create the cracks and fractures that eventually destroy a tradition.

There’s an interesting parallel in online games too. When one teammate constantly feeds and purposely dies to the enemy team. It makes everyone want to quit.

Trolling is also a form of suicide. The troll avator is only a shell identity on a suicide run.

The edge of a bounded system is a mirror facing inwards creating the illusion of infinite space. The boundedness of the prison is only apparent as a sense of deja-vu.