I search for my face in the reflection of their eyes, and I only see a blur. Feeling can never depart us, as long as we are alive and mentally functional in this realm of the material world. Many have tried to escape the atrocity they suffer due to their sensitive souls and constant heavy thought processes in different ways. Those who achieve Nirvaan, like the ancient yogis and eccentric Dervish and saintly people, and those who die of drug overdoses, with or without  fame, attained freedom. Thus their destinies were the same, but their routes different.
Why would I, or anyone else for that matter, wish to break free from the intensely humane gift of feeling? Maybe because somewhere in our minds, we believe we are incapable of helping ourselves feel anything substantially positive and fulfilling. Maybe we have created a belief in our systems that "everybody is going to make you suffer in life" (Bob Marley), but we just don't want to trust anyone enough to choose them for our suffering.
Haven't we gotten too lonely inside? The wish for personal space has been so over-consuming, that there is no person left anymore inside who needs to be alone. Every person wants love and respect, and those who are running away from 'getting too close' to someone else, are actually scared: scared of themselves, of course. Are we not the prime cases of 'impotent human beings'? as I call it.
We wish to feel, and to feel peace of mind. But the disturbances of the degenerating material world cloud the mind, and fear, anger, hatred, disappointment, despir, helplessness, frustration set in. So a lot of us, as a survival mechanism, come up with mechanical relationships and numbness of emotions as a way to deal with the stress of the big and small elements and off-shoots.of the New World Order. But in this same way, are we not supporting the main cause of this so-called 'Order'? i.e. to kill the individual will and positive creativity of the masses, blunting their senses, and making them slaves to all the material they can accumulate.
Yes, if I had any heroes, they're all dead, and maybe they died in time. Maybe if they were prodigies of these times, they could've contributed more sickness of the mind to their masterpiece achievements; but, maybe their voices would've been silenced and drowned in the noise of the arrivals of Hell. Oh, you do not believe in Heaven or Hell? You don't have to, but even if you limit your tunnel vision to this present small world only, any person with common sense would know what works for him in this world. For some, nothing works. For others, nothing matters, for they know they've done their own share.