So does Philosophy then, suffer from <br />the superficiality of its apparent softness? <br />Or do you find it harsh, my friend, and cold, <br />its objectivity a front to trivialise all human feeling. <br />Thus it is not a question of 'Can man reason? ' <br />nor, 'Can man talk? ' but rather, 'Can man suffer? '” <br /> <br />I suspect that rights are really notions, misconceived <br />and threatening the happiness of many, if not most. <br />It is the greatest number that must be pleased <br />as, after all, we are but slaves of pain and pleasure <br />shuttling as we do, between the two. <br /> <br />Perhaps this can explain our morbid fascination <br />with euthanasia, or nicely stated, assisted death. <br />Could it not be the grand solution for all final illness? <br />Or is it a false compassion, behind which one can hide <br />those hidden homicidal impulses, a God complex <br />all wrapped inside the pages of their own psychopathology. <br /> <br />The taking of a life is but philosophy of murder, <br />and its attraction grows from seed to deed in minutes, <br />there is the prospect irresistible, of pain and pleasure <br />which, in the end will wipe it clean, the slate of morals <br />to give then to the greatest number, the hope of happiness.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-morality-of-euthanasia/
