If ever mercy move you murder me, I pray you, kindly killers, let me live. Never conspire with death to set me free, but let me know such life as pain can give. Even though I be a clot, an aching clench, a stub, a stump, a butt, a scab, a knob, a screaming pain, a putrefying stench, still let me live, so long as life shall throb.
Even though I turn such traitor to myself as beg to die, do not accomplice me. Even though I seem not human, a mute shelf of glucose, bottled blood, machinery to swell the lung and pump the heart--even so, do not put out my life. Let me still glow.
Kinda the opposite point of view. I'm not sure what I would do in that given situation.
very nice poem in that gory sense... though granted, i nearly 100% disagree with what it is saying.
i don't put enough value in my life to want to be kept alive when i am more of a drain on society than a contributing factor.
i break it down into two situations, essentially, to explain the ideas by which someone should choose life or death for a loved one.
- the stephen hawking/christopher reeve situation his body is broken down, but his brain is still capable of incredible ideas. what he has contributed vastly outweighs what means have been expended to keep him alive.
- the terry schiavo/vegetative long-term coma situation her body was enh, her brain was the equivalent of a blue-screened computer, and she was capable of following a balloon, sometimes. what's the point? her existence was maintained to keep other people happy, but that's no excuse to keep her from a possibly nice afterlife for so many years
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I changed my mind, I definitely know what I would do in a particular situation. If I ever became mentally handicapped past the point of recognizing my personality or being able to take care of myself, I would not want to live anymore.
Its funny that you brought this up so recently, because yesterday was the Beta Club sevice project at Westminster Care. Well, I can deal with crazy old people who can't remember you five minutes after you tell them your name. I can't deal with kids who are so handicapped that they sit strapped into a wheelchair all day, drooling and staring off into space under the care of some black ladies watching Maury. That is not a life. The poor kids have no idea what's going on, they can't talk or feed themselves. What is the point of them continuing to suffer? However, there is no feasible solution to this problem, as any mention euthanasia immediately sends the media into convulsions. Yet, to me, it seems kinder... Leave it to Americans to be illogical.
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If ever mercy move you murder me,
I pray you, kindly killers, let me live.
Never conspire with death to set me free,
but let me know such life as pain can give.
Even though I be a clot, an aching clench,
a stub, a stump, a butt, a scab, a knob,
a screaming pain, a putrefying stench,
still let me live, so long as life shall throb.
Even though I turn such traitor to myself
as beg to die, do not accomplice me.
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelf
of glucose, bottled blood, machinery
to swell the lung and pump the heart--even so,
do not put out my life. Let me still glow.
Kinda the opposite point of view. I'm not sure what I would do in that given situation.
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i don't put enough value in my life to want to be kept alive when i am more of a drain on society than a contributing factor.
i break it down into two situations, essentially, to explain the ideas by which someone should choose life or death for a loved one.
- the stephen hawking/christopher reeve situation
his body is broken down, but his brain is still capable of incredible ideas. what he has contributed vastly outweighs what means have been expended to keep him alive.
- the terry schiavo/vegetative long-term coma situation
her body was enh, her brain was the equivalent of a blue-screened computer, and she was capable of following a balloon, sometimes. what's the point? her existence was maintained to keep other people happy, but that's no excuse to keep her from a possibly nice afterlife for so many years ( ... )
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Its funny that you brought this up so recently, because yesterday was the Beta Club sevice project at Westminster Care. Well, I can deal with crazy old people who can't remember you five minutes after you tell them your name. I can't deal with kids who are so handicapped that they sit strapped into a wheelchair all day, drooling and staring off into space under the care of some black ladies watching Maury. That is not a life. The poor kids have no idea what's going on, they can't talk or feed themselves. What is the point of them continuing to suffer? However, there is no feasible solution to this problem, as any mention euthanasia immediately sends the media into convulsions. Yet, to me, it seems kinder... Leave it to Americans to be illogical.
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