L e debate around the legalization of euthanasia is quite disgusting. Surely a subject on which you would think everyone would try to think calmly rather than fight at once ideological and religious shortcuts, but to no avail.
The truth probably lies in the fear of death. Fear of dying, of course, but also the hypothetical "after" or the enigmatic "during". They are so scared of all this, along with the idea of having to leave the scene, they want to drink the cup to the last drop, or even lick from one language to ensure that greedy it Still, the smallest particle. Their terror is such that they do not support the idea that others may think otherwise, want to retire on time, when there is still a hint of dignity.
For the reality is there, how can they look in a mirror and say that perhaps those who want to leave as soon as possible who are right, there is the courage to admit defeat, when they themselves have only their cowardice as an engine to their stubbornness.
"Life is so precious! "We bombard they. But when there is more than a simulacrum of life? And first, how to define it? Is it simply a beating heart when all other functions are turned off? I want to live upright and moving, I never could stand outside the supine sleep and love, if I can not move, read, hear, think, then I'm already dead and euthanasia be a regularization.
I remember a boy of thirty years, a brilliant scientist, reduced to a vegetable by a car accident with no particular gravity, simply because his head had struck the top of the door. It took ten years to finally die, spend time looking at unbearable slow, almost not moving, had virtually no activity, but retaining enough clarity to take the measure of his condition. Having nearly lost his speech, he made superhuman efforts to call to his father, "Kill me! "In the fury of doctors and his family to keep him alive, I do not think there was humanity but simply a selfish maniac.
course medicine is making progress from daily observation of the cases submitted to it and experiments done on them. Of course, we value our family and have great difficulty accepting their death and we want to delay it as much as possible. I understand all these arguments, he simply seems to me that are quite many who aspire to the stubbornness that we can leave in peace those who do not.
I do not believe in any god, no beyond, and I do not expect nor want to be "saved" in every sense of the term. I acknowledge to others the right to believe and aspire to these things, they at least have the elegance of me to reciprocate. It seems to me that that is asking the impossible.
J e watched yesterday Quantum of Solace on DVD and I learn today the death of John Barry, who had composed the theme for James Bond, like of Persuaders. With Ennio Morricone and Lalo Schifrin, he was one of the composers of film music which I had chosen the name along with the melodies. 
