Ultima Thule

In ancient times the northernmost region of the habitable world - hence, any distant, unknown or mysterious land.

Thursday, March 31, 2005

Reader's comments

I got some lovely comments on my "Words, soothing Words" post and I wanted to share them on the main board.

At 9:30 PM, Michael Morrison said...
And didn't he also say the worst punishment was reserved for those who refused to take a stand?
Edmund Burke said something similar, that evil will triumph if good men do nothing.
No fear for your soul, dear comrade.
Thank you for your passion and your dedication.

At 12:12 AM, Pindar said...
Aussiegirl, your words, the most beautiful and heart-felt words I've read anywhere about poor Terri and what has befallen her, brought tears to my eyes. Not only beautiful, but powerful in their cumulative effect. You write about how we fool ourselves into believing that something as insignificant as a living will can protect us from disability and death and all those cruel twists of fate that come upon us no matter how strong our "will" is. You correctly identify this as the first step on the famous slippery slope towards the elimination of all who are not "perfect" or "attractive" or "worthwhile". You fault Jeb Bush for calling this an "end of life" issue, which of course comes to us all--although being in effect murdered by the state doesn't come to us all. (Now I understand why the Hemlock Society changed its name to, I believe, the End of Life Society or some such toady words; "Hemlock" implies state-sanctioned euthanasia, as was forced on Socrates, but "end of life", why, we all end our lives, so let's not worry about the society's ultimate goals.) And what was particularly heart-wrenching was reading about what Terri was denied: kisses, the touch of a loving hand, sunlight on her face, and, as Earth's light was dimming and God's light was gradually filling all of space, the fading faces of those she loved and who loved her--not, as we learned, the hateful visage of her monster "husband". Yes, let us not forget Terri, poor Terri, and let us also not forget--or forgive--all those corrupt, evil ones who conspired to kill her. But then, having placed such monstrous, soul-less creatures in one of Dante's nethermost fires of hell, let us cleanse our thoughts--and our souls--with Dante's final words of love.


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