subgenius wrote:bcuzbcuz wrote:Now to my question. If the purpose of life is: "to get life experience and progress" what possible purpose exists in this child's life?
1. You assume that the child receives no experiences, has no cognitive existence, and has no ability to "live".
2. You assume that the child's purpose is not connected to yours.
If we assume #1, then you must surely concede #2 because otherwise your fostering the child makes no sense, is unreasonable, and illogical...and arguably unnatural.
If we disregard #1 then we still must concede #2 (based on the facts you have presented) and therefore must recognize that it is difficult to know another, almost as difficult as it is to love another...as your story illustrates.
As to assumption #1: I sat through several series of EEGs with my foster child and then spent time in discussions with several of the very top brain specialists at the Children's Hospital in Vancouver BC. They gave me enormous amounts of data and took the time to answer every one of my many questions. The spike and wave discharge patterns from my child both in waking and in sleep would bring you to tears. Apart from epileptic fits (petit and grand mal) that would send eruptions of brain electrical misfirings, many of this child's brain areas were flat-line.
All areas of higher function did not work. There were no patterns of recognition from any stimuli. I mentioned to one doctor that the child would sometimes smile when tickled on the stomach. His response was, "We don't actually know if it is a smile or a contortion brought about by pain."
From daily care of this child for 15 years I would summarize that the child has no cognitive existence.
Your assumption #2 is somewhat akin to the idea that a devout Catholic opined when I said I did not believe in God. "If there is no God to tell what is right or wrong then your taking care of this child has no value." You stated it as: "no sense, is unreasonable, and illogical...and arguably unnatural."
I agree.
My, now deceased, first wife put our names into Social Services to take in this foster child the same week our oldest child moved out from our home. A somewhat distorted "empty nest syndrome" seeing as how we still had our five other children still at home. Completely illogical. When my wife died suddenly I told Social Services, in the same conversation that I informed them she had died, that I would continue as a foster parent. I was obviously unbalanced, emotionally wrought and illogical.
Someday I will write a book about my experiences and I will make millions. I will have my reward.
And in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love...you make. PMcC