We fear not living long enough, not having a long life, and yet we fear old age and the loss of youth.
If a teacher were to swat the head of one of his students in anger then that teacher would be immediately reprimanded and likely removed from his position, either indefinitely or on suspension with a great list of counseling sessions to go through - if not jail or some such. Superficially, we like to think that children are so much more protected than they were in the savage days of yore in which a parent or teacher wouldn't think twice about physical punishment. Yet children today are indoctrinated from the earliest ages into sexualization, through the same school systems (and mind-controlling culture) that would reprimand the teacher for swatting one of his students, many of whom are set upon a path towards objectification, abortion, sexually transmitted disease - in short, a life of ruination. Oh, that and the fact that this present age is likely the worst history has seen in regards to the harm of children. Oh, and the fact that we murder children in the womb.
Some people who say abortion is wrong actually think we need to retain the choice of abortion, for otherwise if we were to outlaw it, then how could we possibly say that a woman who kept her baby was truly exercising virtue? Such are the broken thoughts from false prophets who would have us believe that Roe vs. Wade was created on the sixth day and then God rested.
There are a number of certain things, of which we can be most certain that they are certain; and some of these have to do with the uncertainty of things.
We can be certain that one day we will die, which is the uncertainty of the longevity of our life. Even such sad deluded people like Ray Kurzweil prove by dint of their very fighting against it and the likelihood that their efforts will fail, that one day, they will die. And their efforts will indeed fail.
One could die before even getting to the end of this blog post. Some may be thinking yes, please, let it be so.
The other thing of which we can be certain is that we ultimately have no control over the manner in which we will die. There is some wiggle room here; we can reduce the likelihood of dying in some manner by avoiding certain things or doing certain things, but ultimately we have no control or say in the manner in which we will die.
The evil of the suicide is that in saying he will determine the manner in which he will die, he in fact gives a great big fat middle finger to the Goodness of the fact that he was brought into existence and had no say in it.
There is a funny little strain of Inquisitorial Eroticizers of the baptismal faith who like to flatter themselves with the thought that they are making people uncomfortable. If they only knew how mind-blowingly boring they actually come across.
An artist cannot break or twist a symbol without committing suicide on some level of his relational being (and thus his creative being).
Of late, I keep coming back to the thirteenth apostle. He scares me, in the way that the Good scares; not because of him per se, but because of his conversion, the confession to which he clung. In a way, he never really stopped falling from that horse: from the moment he hit the ground, his mission began and never ceased until his head was chopped off. That's the power of Christ. It's said that in later life he really bore the stigmata. I can see that. For whether he bore the stigmata or not, the other saint he is most akin with is St. Francis of Assisi.
You have to know him in order to see it. Those who regard him as the unpleasant hardcase have scales yet to fall from their eyes.