Why we march on?
Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 4:24 am
Is life always better than death? Being born Mormon has wired with answers to these questions from a Mormon perspective. Do we bring children into this world because it's such a wonderful place that we'd love to share with more beings? As a Mormon I suppose we enter this world as a requirement to make us worthy of a better world.
And yet animals don't commit suicide. They don't commit genetic suicide with contraception either. Some people have seemingly very bad lives and yet live on out of nothing more than fear of death. How enjoyable is life when your limbs are rotting off from diabetes, or when you're paralyzed from the neck down? How enjoyable is life when the master keeps you alive for no other reason than to row the ship? From an atheist perspective, is anything worse than death?
When I think of death, I think of when I underwent surgery. I was being operated on for 4-5 hours. Yet when I woke, it was as if no time had passed at all. It was nothing, absolutely nothing. And all I can think is that it felt a lot better than when I woke up. And I've been blessed with more than probably 99% of the beings ever to inhabit this world. Or is it that our strength as human beings can also come back to bite us in that it makes us susceptible to a lot more things that don't quite kill us, but sure can make you miserable.
As human beings we can be very sympathetic and helpful to a colleague for a short time, especially if the wound is visible and comprehensible. But our sympathy usually doesn't last very long. It can't, else life would be miserable for everyone. But how long can we expect a sick person to continue to live sick? I know a man who lost his leg fighting for our country in Korea. Our benevolent democratic socialist government will not even grant him disability now. I guess we all decided that the war in Korea was just too long ago. Well guess what, his leg never grew back!
Most people in the western world get depressed because we're not adapted to our environment. We're cut out to be farmers and hunter gatherers. Some men go hunting for fun any chance they get. Can you imagine that was once a man's job, what he did for a living? It sure beats stacking foam at a factory or even reading legal briefs. But there simply isn't enough space, enough resources for every man to hunt anymore, and there hasn't been for some time. And we survived, avoided death, and are we better off because of it? I suppose a few of us are. But why does the majority elect to live on to serve the few? I guess I may never know.
And yet animals don't commit suicide. They don't commit genetic suicide with contraception either. Some people have seemingly very bad lives and yet live on out of nothing more than fear of death. How enjoyable is life when your limbs are rotting off from diabetes, or when you're paralyzed from the neck down? How enjoyable is life when the master keeps you alive for no other reason than to row the ship? From an atheist perspective, is anything worse than death?
When I think of death, I think of when I underwent surgery. I was being operated on for 4-5 hours. Yet when I woke, it was as if no time had passed at all. It was nothing, absolutely nothing. And all I can think is that it felt a lot better than when I woke up. And I've been blessed with more than probably 99% of the beings ever to inhabit this world. Or is it that our strength as human beings can also come back to bite us in that it makes us susceptible to a lot more things that don't quite kill us, but sure can make you miserable.
As human beings we can be very sympathetic and helpful to a colleague for a short time, especially if the wound is visible and comprehensible. But our sympathy usually doesn't last very long. It can't, else life would be miserable for everyone. But how long can we expect a sick person to continue to live sick? I know a man who lost his leg fighting for our country in Korea. Our benevolent democratic socialist government will not even grant him disability now. I guess we all decided that the war in Korea was just too long ago. Well guess what, his leg never grew back!
Most people in the western world get depressed because we're not adapted to our environment. We're cut out to be farmers and hunter gatherers. Some men go hunting for fun any chance they get. Can you imagine that was once a man's job, what he did for a living? It sure beats stacking foam at a factory or even reading legal briefs. But there simply isn't enough space, enough resources for every man to hunt anymore, and there hasn't been for some time. And we survived, avoided death, and are we better off because of it? I suppose a few of us are. But why does the majority elect to live on to serve the few? I guess I may never know.