No Person has the Right to Choose
I am sickened by the current debate over "a woman’s right to choose." Are you fighting for death because life is not worth living? I understand the draw of the whole "ending suffering thing." Who wants to suffer. Who wants to have pain. We children grow up poor, uneducated, perhaps suffer some form of mental illness, have parents who beat us, abuse us mentally or physically. There are those that look at that and say, shaking their heads, "Poor thing, it would have been better had they never been born." A child not wanted is not worth having. A child not brought into this world in love is not worth the baby food to feed it, the federal program to restrain it. The fetal tissue that interferes with our lifestyle does not deserve to breath free, achieve its potential.
Some see the suffering of this life, and seeing no point to it all, believe it better to not exist.
Some see the suffering of this life, and seeing no point to it all, try to make it better, for heaven and hell are one, but in hell we cry out alone, the world lost to us by the veil of our own pain.
Contrary to what you’ve heard, there is no point to suffering, but where some see the solution as oblivion when confronted with the wounds of the sick, the desperation of the poor, and the cries for justice from the oppressed, there are others that find ways to make life better, ease the pain, and care for their fellow humans.
And what is simply off the table? We are not choices. We are life, and we have rights. No person has the right to choose life or death. These are the things that simply are, in all ways inalienable and incontrovertible.
It’s not magic… there is no magic moment. There is no breath of God magically bestowing some sort of magical soul into the fetus. Is it life when the sperm fertilizes the egg? Is it life when the guy unhooks the bra? Is it the first trimester, the last? Is it life when it passes the birth canal? Leaves home?
Or is life some precise clinical moment where science tells us that "Yes there is brain activity. It is alive." Has digits? Has organs? Sucks its thumb? Responds to a stimulus? Says it hates you?
These two moronic arguments over minutia fail to realize that all life has struggled to exist since the beginning of time. It was here before us. It will be here after us. We are but among caretakers in the garden, tiny little caretakers, humbly tending to the bounty of the universe, joyous to have existed at all, grateful for the opportunity to live, honored to have been given such a gift as to be tenders in this wondrous mysterious place. But instead we pretend to be the masters of the garden, where we decide what is what, and what was and what will be.
There are only two things that are infinite - the universe and human hubris. And I’m not sure about the former.