The body tries to stop the mind from killing itself, no matter the cost. It is only the lack of strength, the fatigue that lets the jumpers fall at last.

Now that this destiny was about to happen, every instinct within him fought against it, realizing he had been fetishizing suicide.

Trying to destroy yourself gives a pretty clear message and it's not one I think you'd like. Sounds a bit like, “I'm too self-centered to be constructive, so I have to open a vein…

We're all suicides. The tragedy is every day that we don't die.

Isn't watching sacred potential kill itself as good a punishment as eternal fire?