I've told you about my old plan of
joining the Amish, right? For years I've had two or three
things I'd hoped to be able to make myself do if I found myself faced with the
overwhelming urge to kill myself. One was to go up to Pennsylvania, strip naked in the middle of
the night, and go hide in an Amish barn. In the morning, they find me,
and I refuse to talk or otherwise reveal my identity or give the impression
that I have any memory of my past whatsoever. Since I don't think my
fingerprints are on file anywhere, my identity is never established.
Thereafter, I am Amish. Maybe eventually I "learn" to speak
again; or maybe not. Who cares?