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Thursday, July 31, 2014

A treatise on morlity, God, and murder


15 July 2014
·      If God exists, is murder immoral?
·      Can those who do not believe in God be highly moral people?
·      Can people who practice different religions agree about how to resolve a moral disagreement?
In order to answer these questions, I need to fully understand each part of the question.  While reading the questions, several other questions come to the front:
1.     Does God exist?
2.     What exactly is murder?
3.     What does Moral mean?
4.     Can morality be based on other criterion than the belief in God?
5.     On that premise, can persons with differing religious belief resolve a moral dispute?
The new questions develop a new path of understanding by first delving into what a moral is.  A moral is defined as a societal code of conduct based on religious, familial, or societal standards applied to individual behavior, over the course of time (http://plato.stanford.edu/entries/morality-definition/).  In this definition the existence of God is not contemplated, nor is it necessary, to answer the question.  In our world there are societies of individuals that have developed vastly different moral standards.  In the USA, for example, morality tends to be based on a religious platform and applied to all persons in the form of Laws.  In the USA it is illegal to “murder” someone though as yet I have not defined the term, therefore, by default it is immoral.  If one were to take a more Eastern view, it might be discovered that what we as a society find objectionable, is perfectly in-line with their culture and customs and therefore, not immoral.  So morality has no specific meaning other than that it is the cultural norm or custom as applied to individual behavior over time.
The second phase of the question comes to whether God exists. This question has plagued scholars for centuries and is not likely to be resolved any time soon.  In that light, one should look to their own belief structure to decide for themselves if God exists.  For this essay, I will illustrate both viewpoints.   Utilizing that method of breakdown and examination, I will determine what a moral is to me and how fluid the decisions can be based on the context of a given situation.
For the third part of the question, I will think about what murder is and how the term came to be what we as a people have come to believe it means.  Taking the life of another is a very big decision and should not be done lightly.  There are many conditions where the taking of a life would be necessary to ensure the safety of my family or myself.  Is it morally acceptable?  I think it really depends on the circumstance.  Would I lie in wait in a park for a jogger to kill?  Likely, I would not.  Would I kill the person trying to kill the jogger?  Probably so…but why would the second scenario be okay when the first is not? 
We learned earlier that morality is an artificial construct of societal learning applied to similar situations. Due to the herd mentality of humanity, I believe that morality can be a useful tool if exercised in the proper context.  In the above scenario of the jogger in the park, it would be morally wrong to kill the jogger but not the mugger.  In that case, I have seen that the jogger is in danger, looked to my morals for guidance and reacted in a way that would be societally acceptable.  But is it morally acceptable?  In my own mind, I would feel remorse for killing anyone—deserved or not.  I would not, however, feel the killing as unjust.  My reasons have nothing to do with legality or even a sense of right or wrong, but rather have a root in my religious viewpoint.  I am not a Christian.  I do not believe in the God of the Bible.  Do I have a moral code?  Yes, I do.  My moral code is based in the natural cycle of life and what it means to be human.  I believe that if all creatures do no harm to others, except when a reaction is required to counter the action of another, which would result in harm to my self, or family, then it is just.  My belief is that all things deserve to live and exist in a natural balance.  To be more precise, good and evil, light and dark, happy and sad all need to co-exist in balance.  I cannot fault the lion for killing the antelope as it is in his nature to kill the antelope to feed himself and his pride.  
Perspective and reasoning separate humanity from animals.  Perspective is the way a situation or event is seen, judged and reacted to or not, based on the experience of the perceiver.  Reasoning is the decision to react or not to a perceived event or situation.  If I do this, then that will happen—based on past experience.  With this information, we then can logically decide if the reaction is warranted by the action.
Assuming that I am Pagan, Buddhist, or any other non-Christian religion and you are Christian, can we resolve a moral dilemma?  I believe we can.  Morality, we said, is a societal structure based on cultural norms and that morality is independent of the existence of the belief, or lack thereof, in God.  Leaving religion out of the equation results in utilization of our perception and reasoning to help us make the moral call.  By relying on past experiences, in our perception, (learned individually and via a group) we can decide if a reaction to a situation is moral or not.  For example, we are in Mexico where it is customary to pay-off a police officer to prevent arrest.  In the United States it is not only immoral but also illegal.  In Mexico, bribes are a cultural norm.  Based on the context of the situation, bribery would not be immoral if I were in Mexico, it would be expected. 
The last apple to fall from the tree of discussion is the one of murder.  What is murder?  In Western culture, murder is perceived as the causing of the death of another either directly or indirectly.  In some Eastern cultures, the causing of a death is not always murder.  Recently in the news, we have heard of women in the Middle East that have been executed for adopting western views on education, civil rights, ownership, and adultery.  Not only is it not immoral that they kill their family member, honor demands that they do.  Traditionally speaking, murder is not as cut and dry as it seems.  Moral dilemma such as abortion, euthanasia, assisted suicide and brain death have all resulted in moral conflict.  Some feel that abortion is the killing of a human before it is born others feel that the fetus is nothing more than a parasitic cell structure until it is able to exist outside the host.  Euthanasia in some cultures (Japan specifically) is considered a way to regain family honor by removing, honorably, the cause of the dishonor.  Assisted suicide and right to die advocates claim that it is our basic right to decide whether we live or die and no person or jurisdiction has the right to dictate otherwise.  We all know of cases where the patient is brain dead but still biologically functioning.  Do we allow them to starve or do we keep feeding the living corpse forever?  What does your moral compass say?
The answer to the original question therefore becomes convoluted and distorted by reason and intellect.  I personally do not believe in God, but I do have a deity.  Do I think murder is immoral?  Not always.  There can be a rational reason to commit murder (in the defined sense) just as there are reasonable arguments for or against just about anything that is generally considered immoral.  The question of whether it is immoral to murder becomes why did the murder take place?  Was the murdered trying to murder the murderer?  Did the killer perceive danger to himself or his family?  Did the killer believe in God?
The topic of morality is very broad and cannot possibly be covered conclusively in a short paper essay.  However, a general idea can be gleaned from our past experiences and our group-learned lessons.  The question of God will likely never be answered (unless you believe in life after death, then maybe).  The question of murder becomes a question of context and perception vs. learned behaviors.   The will of the many usually usurp the rights of the few as has been demonstrated many times in human history—both recent and distant.  Sometimes it is the right thing to do, sometimes not. 

Friday, July 25, 2014

To teach...

Teaching is an art form.  Yes...art.  One must know a subject and how it interrelates in order to deconstruct it and help another to understand how to reconstruct it for themselves.  Recently, a friend asked me to proof some writing because, apparently, I am a great writer (thanks Teri).  This led me to "teaching" a bit of philosophy.  Not the "Socrates says" type of philosophy, but more the critical thinking kind of philosophy..."if god exists, is murder immoral?" type questions...I learned, firstly that I have a capacity to fundamentally understand philosophy, and secondly, that I really like teaching somebody a subject that I am passionate about.  This was confirmed earlier today when the same friend asked for math help.  It seems rather disparate at first, seeing that math is rule based and philosophy is not...or is it?  If we deconstruct the premise, we find that no matter the opinion or how emotional the topic, we still have to examine a philosophical topic the same way...every time.  So, in that sense there are rules (no matter how intangible) to understanding philosophy.  Though both, rigid and not rigid simultaneously, lead to critical examination.  When I say critical examination, I am not calling it fat or stupid, but rather looking at it from every possible perspective.  For example in the above question, there are really three topics rolled into one...does God exist?, what is the definition of murder?, and thirdly, what is morality.  The question of IF something intangible exists is the crux of the issue for me. In order to accept the second part of the question, you HAVE to accept the first as truth.  I like questions of morality.  I am a very liberal person when it comes to that stuff...I could care less about abortion (I cannot get pregnant), your religion (it is as good as you make it), how you rear your kids (do not bitch at me about his/her/their behavior), political leaning (prepare to debate me) or any of the other myriad of differences that make us exactly alike.  We are all full of biases loosely strung together with fear and knowledge.  That is what makes us unique.  My biases are mine...yours may or may not be similar, but they are not exactly the same.  I do not believe in God in the christian sense, though I do believe in god/goddess in the spiritual sense.  I got there not due to being taught that God is the creator, but rather being allowed to explore my own thoughts and biases and developing a moral code that works for me.  I am not going to judge you for alcoholism, obesity, or anything else, but remember, you do not have the right to judge mine either.  In the US, we are rather staunch about some things...God being one of them...(Puritan roots...who knew?)  Even our Constitution is a God/Religion based artifact.  That same document guarantees me the right to NOT believe.  I prefer to look at a thing from all sides...read all the good, bad, pretty, and ugly...then look at my biases and make a moral decision that I can live by...anyway...see what I mean...I need to teach...not because I am a genius (some think I am), but because I love the idea of expanding the potential of another individual.  Learning is something I like to do always.  Sometimes, just thinking about a thing can teach you something of it's nature...maybe I need to try to teach a class about that...just a thought.

Monday, March 3, 2014

missing mom

Tonight while sitting at my Mac, I smelled my mom.   That smell that is exclusive to YOUR mom.  That comforting, all in the world is safe, I love you smell.  I know that emotion is cemented with the senses of smell and sound...so am I imagining it or is it real?  I feel like it is real...why??  Because my mom was the type to want to know that all was well and she never believed a phone call...she had to see that all was ok...I miss her terribly...last week I cried...for the first time since her death...I mean I really cried the soul wrenching song of despair...I know she is better off...that changes nothing about how I feel...she was my champion...she was the one that embraced my differences and taught me to as well...despite the negative feedback from my father, I owe that to mom...she made me love myself for who I am...regardless what anyone else thought...There was a time not too long ago, when I got my mom to go watch the 4th of July fireworks...she really did not feel like it, but did for me and ended up really enjoying herself...I will miss times like that...the music, the festive atmosphere, the warmth...she loved...As I sit here writing this, I am teetering on tears...tears for the loss and tears for the memories...I remember her coming to my apartment a couple weeks before she died, and had dinner with me...I made corn chowder and cornbread...she loved my cornbread...wanted it every meal...every time i make it, I set aside a small piece for her...eventually I will be ok...someday I will not get emotional everytime I think of her or smell that smell that is MOM.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Temporal Dissonance and Me


I have recently discovered a new term that describes the way I feel.  That term is temporal dissonance.  There are hundreds of pages out there describing what the acceptable meaning is and indeed it fits me as well, though my use of the term is different.  The accepted definition of temporal dissonance is a complex mish-mash of things like being a second shifter working in a first shift world.  My definition is quite different.  I feel sometimes that either I was born too early or I was born too late.  I am not speaking of time as in o’clock time, but rather time as in decade or century.  You see, I am a true hybrid person.  I remember the time before cable, satellite, and internet quite well, and at the same time am a technocrat.  I would be just as comfortable in a time where modern conveniences and technology did not exist as we know it as I would be in the Star Trek universe where knowledge is the main focus of life and the pursuit of the dollar is not. 

Please do not mistake me.  I am ok where I am (as if I have a choice in the matter anyway), but would feel more comfortable either one way or the other.  I enjoy reading a book, writing a poem, or creating a new idea or concept.  Today is not about that.  Today is about accumulating as much stuff and money as you can, as fast as you can in order to die comfortably worn out.  Society has developed into a race against the Joneses in who can have the bigger house, nicer car, and more affluent family.  Gone is the time when a neighbor would check on you to see if you are ok or if you need anything.  Gone are the days when a community would pull together to help the neighbor down the road build a barn to house the horses or dig a well so that Mrs. Whoever does not have to tote it from the river.  I think that people were nicer back then…more concerned for the welfare of their fellow man. 

The only incongruency I can think of is the misogynistic bigotry that existed in that time.  I truly believe that gay is normal and that skin color is only a characteristic like blue or green eyes.  In that sense, the Star Trek world is nearly perfect.  I fear that for us to get there, we will have to have a major disaster that will render the world dependant on each other to survive.  Humanity is adaptable and will eventually get there, though I fear I will be too old to appreciate it.  That is the crux of the issue.  I would love to live in a world where the only requirement to be with the one you love is to declare it.  The world is getting there in that respect (all except the Arab world—I doubt they will ever accept homosexuality or mixing of the races). 

Temporal dissonance for me is a minimal problem that will in time become moot.  I will endure in my half in the past, half in the future attitude and continue to embrace the creativity and energy of the past and the technological breakthroughs of the future.  I choose to not embrace the rat race and will not engage myself in the pursuit of luxury for luxury sake.  I choose instead to write and be creatively engaged in my evolution.  I am who I am and can be nobody else.  I will not try to be who I am not. 

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

What do I want???

Tonight I found myself sitting here in front of my computer, thinking about what I really want in my life.  The scary thing?  I have not a clue what it is that I really want.  I can think of a million things that i might like to have or do, but nothing that I really, really want.  So how do I overcome this?  I could list some things that I think I might want, perhaps that will lead me to my desire. 

I would like to have a boyfriend, but do I really want it?  I don't know.  Having a boyfriend means I lose my freedom to roam the country.  I would have to settle down somewhere.  Which reminds me,  I would like to move out of Maine.  But, moving would mean I have to pack up everything...again...and carry it to the next place that I will complain about.  No matter where it is I want to go I will still have that particular obstacle to overcome.  Even if I did manage to find a great guy that I want to spend the rest of my life with, will I let go enough to make it real?  I don't know.  I am not sure I have that capacity anymore.  Things have happened in my life to make me wary of giving way to emotion.  I mean logically, I do want that, but not sure if I do emotionally.  There really is no way for me to say for sure what I want or what I can do until the situation presents itself.  Am I ready to handle that kind of commitment?  Truth is I really do not know. At any rate, I think that I need to get myself together first.  Then I will see what I want at that time. 

Until then, I will keep on doing what I do and being who I am. 


Saturday, August 24, 2013

Mental Illness: I Am vs. I Have

There is a stigma growing in this country.  Many people mistakenly associate mental illness only with things like schizophrenia, insanity, and the like.  The truth is, there are way more illnesses than that.  In fact there is a whole spectrum of illnesses that affect mental states.  Here is a link (http://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/publications/the-numbers-count-mental-disorders-in-america/index.shtml) that touches on the frequency and saturation of mental illness in the United States.  One would no more say "I am cancer" or "I am diabetes", though people insist on saying "I am depressed".  Though I may be depressed at times, I am not depression.  I do however have depression (and a couple other things too).  Depression is a mental illness and not a state of being. It is important to understand the distinction.   One cannot be a disease, though one can have many.  Many people do not understand how a mental illness can be damaging or how it can erode over time.  An example I like to use is a river.  A river can be peaceful and calming; though over time can carve very large canyons out of solid rock.  That is sort of how depression works.  In the beginning, there are small episodes that are easily overcome-like water over rocks.  Over time, those episodes become deeper and harder to get out of-think white water rapids.  As in my case, a particular event might trigger the deepest and darkest depression that is just insurmountable-this is the grand canyon or a giant waterfall.  That is not to say that I will not ever come out of it, but rather that I cannot do it alone.  Many folks at some point in their lives will take an anti-depressant like Zoloft for a short time and never need it again. Then again, some will never be able to live without one. 

Depression is a silent killer.  Why?  Because we do not talk about it.  Suicide is a common result of mental illness.  All persons that commit suicide have depression or some other mental disorder.  There is a large amount of negativity associated with mental disorders.  The news tell us about how this kid was depressed enough to shoot a bunch of kids (Columbine and Newtown) at a school, or how this kid or that kid committed suicide.  The common thread?  They all had mental disorders that were never addressed.  It is important for people to recognize that all people that have a mental disorder are not violent though, in fact many famous people had a mental disorder-Abraham Lincoln, Virginia Woolf, Lionel Aldridge, Ludwig van Beethoven, Leo Tolstoy, John Keats, Vincent Van Gogh, Isaac Newton, Ernest Hemingway to name a few (http://www.nami.org/Template.cfm?Section=Helpline1&template=/ContentManagement/ContentDisplay.cfm&ContentID=4858).  Where would we be without these people?  The truth is that many people with mental illnesses can function and lead productive lives, though the few that cannot, are in the news almost weekly reinforcing the negativity associated with mental disorders.  The answer to this problem is to recognize the symptoms and signs of mental illness.

Here are a couple of links that might help:
http://www.nmha.org/go/information/get-info/mi-and-the-family/recognizing-warning-signs-and-how-to-cope

http://www.psychiatry.org/mental-health/more-topics/warning-signs-of-mental-illness


According to the link (http://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/publications/the-numbers-count-mental-disorders-in-america/index.shtml) at the National Institute for Mental Health (NIMH), 1 in 4 (roughly 26%) of people have a diagnosable mental illness though only 6% are diagnosed with a serious mental disorder.  Take a close look at your friends.  If you have more than 4 close friends, you can be sure that one of them has a mental illness, whether it has been diagnosed or not. 


Friday, August 23, 2013

Missing people...

There are days when I miss people in my past more than anything.  Sometimes it makes life hard to live knowing that they have gotten past it and I have not.  This morning I am sitting in my kitchen listening to music and that song comes on...you know the one...the one that has imprinted on my mind that one person that I cannot seem to get over.  I sit and reminisce and wax melancholy... wallowing in my depression over choices made that can never be unmade.  What might have happened will never be known to me...and it hurts.  It feels like sometimes people walk into my life to bitchslap me to remind me that I am human and not a machine...feelings come with the package.  Then I fall into an isolationist frame of mind.  Wanting to hide from the world and pretend that the emotions do not bother me, when underneath that still calm exterior, rages a maelstrom of emotion that is no where near as composed as I look.  I pretend that I am ok when I am not.  I pretend that I do not care when I really do care.  I feel like I am losing myself to this darkness.  The feelings are so close to the surface, but I cannot allow myself to let go and feel them. 

Funny how one thing can create a hole in my soul so deep that I cannot see the way out.