Everything was there, nothing could be improved upon, and still something was lacking. The inside, the within, was empty. Then, suicide is the only way. You may not be daring enough to commit suicide like Marilyn Monroe. But still it will be a suicide.
Life arises from that inner source and spreads into the sky outside.
A few chapters open, okay. And a few chapters completely closed, completely a mystery. If you are just an open book you will be a prostitute, you will just be standing in the marketplace naked, with just the radio on. No, that won't do. If the whole book is open, you will just be the day with no night, just the summer with no winter.