Real abortion debate

I am of the mind that really when it comes to abortion we need to get off the subject of choice or not, also the whole conservative vs liberal debate. It's not about politics, it's the deep dark mores of our society.

What is human life is the real question. It's simple, we take human life as sacred, or do we? Let us just state it as a fact, there is a sanctity to human life, and it should never be lost or taken in vain. If it is in vain we refer to it as a tragedy, even if it was not in vain, but for a abhorrent cause, again a tragedy.

So lets look at human life, there are basically two vantage points that you can take here. The early and the late.

The early view is at conception, simply the building blocks for human life are all there, the cellular structure is complete and a human is growing. Any loss of life after this point is the loss of a human. This is the summery of the early view.

The late view is much different, and is tied to what makes us truly different from all other organisms that we are aware of, and more simply it is this awareness. It is what makes a dog bark at it's own reflection in the mirror and an adult human inspecting themselves in the mirror.

I have noticed that some animals are able to understand this basic premise of reflection though and are not so fooled. Because of this awareness in animals, we then need to look at what truly makes us different. That being the ability to abstract thought.

Human life then starts at the point in which the individual is able to reason on their own. That they can study information and make a choice. They are aware that they are a person, and that other people think differently than they might.

Now this is not to say that homosepians that have not reached the level of understanding we shall label as reasoning, does not allow for us to abuse or degrade them, they simply are not fully human and cannot make choice themselves. Someone that reason's needs to be responsible for that non-reasoner. We see this in the elderly a lot. Any time the individual that was once reasoning, and then degenerates to a point that they aren't, they then become a ward of a family member or the state. So this isn't a new thought at all.

What this does conclude is that birth is not a state at which the creature with the genetic markings to be human actually changes to a state of humanity. They are the same unreasoning creature they were in the womb, so their protections should be no different. This continues till around the age of 8 or 9 normally, when about 2/3rds of them start to form this ideal we call the reasoning mind, and those 2/3rds are fully reasoning (though not very well for the most part) by the age of 12 or 13. The other third, well they never are able to truly reason or have abstract thought, they never really are able to grasp the world beyond that of a well trained primate. They have the same vocabulary at ability to speak and function in society, but are not truly thinking.

All creatures that are non-reasoning then should be ward's of a human, which is by nature reasoning. Again this does not allow for abuse, but it does mean that they are not in charge of their own destiny.

I challenge anyone to bring more to this thesis. We are not going to debate abortion, but the mores and philosophy behind our society making a rational and reasoned choice on the matter.

Forsaken

Broken and in despair, the world zips by around looks on and, another face walks by and is forgotten. What is it that crushes the soul so deeply that it cannot regain health? What is it that is healthy? When pain and loneliness are the only bedfellows, where is hope? When it's all been done already, when every angle has been routed out, when every plan has failed, when every hope for success has ended in bitter agony, where can your hope come from.

When the notion of higher power seems to have let you drown, but your own ways had smashed you down to the floor. When you have to believe in God, because to go against his ways is instantly thwarted, but to go with them there is no joy, can you truly believe? Is it survival or choice that you seek this God? When everything you've read can only be true through irrational oversight to the obvious, when chance and chaos hold truer that anything else, to believe means you are damned.

If you desperately wish to just have a normal life to settle down and relax in mediocrity, and even that fails, where can you see hope. When you fail like clockwork, and your best laid plans are always a failure, where do you look, where do you turn, and what is the answer?

You sit in a crowded room or in a small gathering, you look on and see everyone talking; you are talking too, everyone is having fun, well except that you cannot feel the warmth even in your own heart. When everything has become cold and the logic of dead philosophy is the only reality, because it holds fast. What is the answer? Where do you receive comfort? Where is the line in the sand that crosses beyond worth it? When does it really, logically, truthfully, become hopeless? When can you say, enough is enough, and receive the answers posta morte? What if you are too scared? What if you do not want to die because you are afraid of what you will find, but every path you have taken cannot be taken, where your soul cries out and overtakes your will, when you can do nothing but to reject all paths and live the destruction that is destiny?

I am the son of my father; I live in the wake of his destruction and cause even more destruction in my path. The pain the welling agony can only be described the way he has described it: Thanatos, the death instinct; the Greek god of death, whose very presence brings misery and desolation. The farther into life I get the more I realize I am a failed version of him. I cannot even succeed where he has. I'm broken and crushed and my will cannot endure. But what is the scale to even judge success and failure in such a twisted existence?

I cannot stand tall, I cannot walk on my own; yet no one is there to stand with me, no one to assist me in walking. Overwhelming pain and misery surround me and I can do nothing but breathe, and that takes a lot of effort. I try and drown as much as I try and swim; I wish for safety and stability but cannot stand it. They choke my very life away. I am a catch 22 with my own psyche, and can only loose more as the days and weeks go by. With every memory is new pain and suffering, new destruction and agony are around every turn in the road.

I find that my soul and my reason do not meet. No theology and no knowledge stop pain. Understanding the realms of reality and all points of view on the almighty never change the cold feeling at night when you are all alone with no one who can share their soul with you, nor in the day when that dread cannot be shaken, and no level of compromising what it is you need will even get you closer to a little relief.

So again I ask, is there a point when it even becomes logical and rational to end the pain? When does that leap truly make sense? When the only thing that can be promised is more grief and suffering, when hope is a fleeting chance that is mired in the reality of perpetual suffering, is the answer really to keep going? How can that be called hope?