Breathing in, I see myself as still water. Breathing out, I reflect things as they are. — Thich Nhat Hanh Photo credit: "Still Water," John K. Thorne, 2014.
In a recent “Skeptic’s Collection” column, I asserted the following regarding biasing abortion decisions in favor of the woman’s welfare, even at the expense of her fetus. I counseled caution toward the status of the fetus – which status, I repeat once more, I do not profess to know – because, while we can be certain the woman is a person, we do not have an analogous level of certainty about the ontological status of the fetus. So, in that column, I said: 8-day-old human fetus So why not err on the side of caution toward the woman? Good question. This is my answer: because I am sure the woman is a human being. I do not have a similar degree of certainty about the fetus. So the fetus is more deserving of the benefit of caution. If I were as uncertain ab
that clock ticking in time to our hearts beatingour muscles flexing, our topsy-turvy living of liveswhile moon drips pewter mist below the hemispheres,the stars are numberless and dependable and thesun rises and sets and rises again, a hope-filled forever tick tock, the heart,no more beats in timecardiac arrest what then, I wonder,probably just another day,a day like any other with the moon spilling golden light across the galaxy,the stars unaccountably brilliant, cut and polished gemsand you in the Light always ascending, forevermore radiant “Like the sun, only when you set in the west can you rise in the east.” Rumi © 2017, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day and The BeZine)