A man styles himself a 'poison seller' and admits to aiding suicides across the globe. He sold toxic chemicals online, a modern-day apothecary of death. The news is shocking, but should we really be surprised?
We live in an age of intellectual decadence where the will to live is often mocked, where suffering is pathologised, and where comfort is the highest good. This isn't a moral panic about the internet; it's a symptom of a civilisation that has lost its nerve. The Roman Empire didn't fall to barbarians; it rotted from within.
So too, perhaps, we are witnessing the slow decay of a society that no longer believes in anything worth dying for, and consequently, finds it all too easy to provide the means for self-annihilation. The real story isn't the poison seller; it's the buyers, and the culture that produced them.
