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Edited on Thu Jul-19-07 07:09 PM by shireen
I've been thinking a lot about death recently. Why is it so easy to kill another human being? The word "easy" is relative: it's easy to walk a mile. It's easy to bake a cake. I'm not talking about that kind of "easy." I mean "easy" as in shouldn't it be incredibly difficult and painful to take another human life?
Yet it seems so easy. Here in Baltimore, we're poised to beat our previous record for murders per year. We have gone past the 3,500 mark for US soldiers killed in Iraq, and who knows how many tens of thousands of Iraqis. We barely give the unfolding disaster known as Darfur the attention it deserves. At home, thousands die because they cannot afford medical care, or due to disease caused by industrial pollution. We execute people who have committed heinous crimes even though some may actually be innocent. On a planetary scale, we continue to exhale greenhouse gases knowing full well the deadly consequences for future generations.
Paradoxically, we also fight very hard to save lives. Medical advances have been extraordinary; cancer or being HIV-positive are not necessarily death sentences anymore. We rush to assist people in disaster areas; our first responders put their lives on the line every day, as we saw during 9/11. Some of us are registered as organ donors because, in death, we can save other lives. Many of our military men and women selflessly serve to protect our country -- our lives, our freedom -- even if it means the ultimate sacrifice, as we saw on the beaches of Normandy.
It's hard to reconcile these two views of life and death. Simply put, death is the end of life. Consciousness ceases to exist. Many world religions, however, believe that death is not the end, but that life continues in a different form like in reincarnation, going to heaven or hell, or becoming a spirit entity. For believers, death is not The End. It's a transition from human life to an everlasting life.
I don't hold these beliefs because they are just that, beliefs. I cannot blindly accept them. There is no scientific evidence for life after death. And in the absence of evidence, I've concluded that people stop existing when the brain stops working. But as an agnostic, I keep an open mind and I'm not afraid to say "I don't know for sure."
However, I envy the believers, the ones who have faith in God and believe in eternal life. It's a deep source of comfort and hope in times of pain and struggle, when grieving the deaths of loved ones, and in coming to terms with their own deaths. It makes life just a little less scary.
Sadly, there are people who use religious beliefs to justify horrible acts of violence. Like the ones who crashed fully-fueled jetliners into buildings partly because it would fast-track them to heaven where 70 virgins await. Like the ones who have blown themselves up in crowded venues to fulfill God's will. Or the ones who, to hasten the Second Coming, released deadly sarin gas in a Tokyo subway.
Then, there are the really insidious ones: they don't kill directly. They deceived and subtly terrorized millions to believe that it was necessary to protect us by waging a preemptive war against a country that never threatened us. They directed irresponsible incompetent ill-planned military actions in the name of national security. They used good innocent patriots to do their dirty work. And to this day, they don't care how many of these people die in the process because, after all, death is just a transition to another life. And while they're at it, they might as well hasten that twisted myth known as Armageddon or get really really rich, or both.
I wondered: if people believed they had only one shot at existing in this universe, would they lead richer, happier, more fulfilling lives? Would they treat others with more care and respect?
What if, when death comes, it turns out to, really really really, be the END? No peacefully floating up the tunnel to a bright light, no reincarnation into a tree frog, not even a ghost to haunt the crap out of the living. After death, NOTHING. Knowing that, would human beings have second thoughts about taking another person's life?
We all take death seriously. But, as a society, do we take it seriously enough? I don't think so. It's the only way I can make any sense of this surreally-insane world.
(edited for typo)
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