ALTHOUGH 'the problem I am very upset, and perhaps for this reason, I have tried in recent months not to pronounce any opinion or opinion on the case Englaro, and sensible for many reasons, but primarily because I did not want to participate in the dog who was using for ideological reasons, by both sides, the story of a hapless girl and her family.
When the President of the Council took the case to excuse groped one of his repeated attacks on the Constitution now, I spoke with Liberty and Justice, in the square, and I joined calls for vigilance. But in the few interviews that I could not avoid've always said that the few hundred people who were with me in front of Palace of Justice in Milan were not there to manifest Englaro case, because I was willing to bet that if he made the count would be seen that half the thought in one way and half another, but to protest against the attack on the president, Bonapartist attack (thank Ezio Mauro recalled for this year) on which everyone agreed.
Now, looking through the newspapers, I realize how difficult it is to divide these two problems as much subtlety and political science, law, and (let) you want to understand how moral the two problems are different. But what can you expect from those who, as they did centuries ago with Terence and the bears, he preferred the Big Brother discussion of these cases?
So I found myself among those who cited the case Englaro had clear ideas and decided. I rise to say that I had, otherwise I would have expressed. Only, now that she is dead, maybe we can talk about these issues without fear of looting to a body in pain.
indeed not going to talk about the death of Eluana. I rather talk about my death, and accept that in this case I have any rights outside.
Having to talk about my death, and not that of others, I can not mention certain aspects of my life, including the fact that a few years ago I wrote a novel called The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana, where the protagonist, after an initial cerebral accident for which he lost his memory, again fell into a coma.
writing I do not know if I wanted to say something scientifically valid or looking for just a narrative pretext, but the fact is that I spent more than a hundred pages to make my character monologue into a coma by now (not then I figured if reduced plant accused of brain death or coma may be reversible - a sign that I had no precise scientific concerns).
In any case, the character, in that state will call a "suspended life", he thought, memories, desires, was moved. He knew that her friends thought he was probably reduced the state of a turnip, or at most a sleeping dog, but he realizes that doctors know very little about what happens in our mental functioning, and perhaps where they see a flat encephalogram we still think, you know, with the kidneys, her heart, her kidneys, pancreas with ...
This was my literary fiction (to appease those who expect exceptional all I will say that my character eventually sank in the dark) but I must say that if I had thought it was because I believed a little. I'm not sure where the scientific instruments of today see only a flat earth, and an absence of soul, there is no thought at all - and I mean peaceful materialism, not because I believe that a soul survives the death of our cells, but because I would not rule out that - and finally death a few cells - and others do not survive to take control of the situation, not witnessing an extraordinary plasticity of the brain (this is now the Everybody knows), but our body.
Well, since I suspect that when you are healthy you think even with the big toe, then why not when the brain shows no sign of life?
not make a statement about a scientific conference, but somehow I believe it. Given that there are people who believe in the red horn let me believe this.
Now what I wish, though if I were in a situation like that?
To seek with his lantern every chance I really think that they are reduced to three. First possibility to survive as a turnip, without conscience, without being able to say "I", reacting to a maximum of some modification of atmospheric moisture, as if I were a column of mercury. In fact, these conditions would not be a "me", but just a stone and I do not see why I should worry about me.
The second possibility is that in that state all relive their past, go back to childhood, you have visions come true and those who had been living in our desires, In short we are living a kind of heavenly dream. It's a little what happens to the character of my novel, but then unfortunately he falls into darkness.
The third hypothesis is the most worrying is that in that life was suspended one wonders what will they think of us and our loved ones, will live again with my heart in my throat the last moments of consciousness, the theme for the ravine future that awaits us, or even one consumption as did my mother in the last ten years that has survived my father telling us children whenever he could, as was the horrible night when my father had been seized by heart attack, and if it was not his fault that he had prepared a dinner may be too heavy. This would hell - and I almost accepted with relief the death of my mother because I knew it was coming out of this hell.
Now let's blow accounts of the Pascal. Only one of three options is pleasant, the other two are negative. In terms of roulette (and large numbers, like seventeen years of suspended life) has already lost. But the problem is not that. I am ready to declare that in the case of suspended life in the accident incurs, I would not extending care (even if I lose a few seconds or millennia of paradise) to avoid tension, despair, false hopes, and trauma (let) unsustainable costs to my family. But who am I to destroy the life of one, two, three or more people for the remote possibility of having a few moments or a few years of virtual paradise?
I have the right to choose my death for the sake of others. As it happens, is what I always taught the moral, and not just secular, but also of religion, that's what I was taught as a child, that Pietro Micca was right to give guns to save all the people of Turin that Salvo D'Acquisto was right to accuse of a crime not committed, to reach out to the shooting, to save a whole country, that is a hero who cut out her tongue and accept certain death not to betray his companions and sent to death , who is holy accept the inevitable leprosy to kiss the wounds of the leper.
And after you have taught me all that I do not want to subscribe to the suspension of a suspended life for the sake of the people I love? But where is it moral - and the heroic, and what you taught me, that characterizes the holiness?
why, troubled to express the slightest idea about the death of Eluana (no, dammit, my business, but the parents who loved any more than he loved Berlusconi, who has sinister ghosts on her period) I do not hesitate to speak my mind about my death. And the love that death can embody. "Praised s' my Lord, through Sister Death, - from whom no living man 'can escape: - Woe to those ke die in mortal sin, - Blessed are those who'll achieve them Thy holy will, - ka death secunda no' l Farra 'evil'.
of UMBERTO ECO from the Republic of 12 February 2009
When the President of the Council took the case to excuse groped one of his repeated attacks on the Constitution now, I spoke with Liberty and Justice, in the square, and I joined calls for vigilance. But in the few interviews that I could not avoid've always said that the few hundred people who were with me in front of Palace of Justice in Milan were not there to manifest Englaro case, because I was willing to bet that if he made the count would be seen that half the thought in one way and half another, but to protest against the attack on the president, Bonapartist attack (thank Ezio Mauro recalled for this year) on which everyone agreed.
Now, looking through the newspapers, I realize how difficult it is to divide these two problems as much subtlety and political science, law, and (let) you want to understand how moral the two problems are different. But what can you expect from those who, as they did centuries ago with Terence and the bears, he preferred the Big Brother discussion of these cases?
So I found myself among those who cited the case Englaro had clear ideas and decided. I rise to say that I had, otherwise I would have expressed. Only, now that she is dead, maybe we can talk about these issues without fear of looting to a body in pain.
indeed not going to talk about the death of Eluana. I rather talk about my death, and accept that in this case I have any rights outside.
Having to talk about my death, and not that of others, I can not mention certain aspects of my life, including the fact that a few years ago I wrote a novel called The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana, where the protagonist, after an initial cerebral accident for which he lost his memory, again fell into a coma.
writing I do not know if I wanted to say something scientifically valid or looking for just a narrative pretext, but the fact is that I spent more than a hundred pages to make my character monologue into a coma by now (not then I figured if reduced plant accused of brain death or coma may be reversible - a sign that I had no precise scientific concerns).
In any case, the character, in that state will call a "suspended life", he thought, memories, desires, was moved. He knew that her friends thought he was probably reduced the state of a turnip, or at most a sleeping dog, but he realizes that doctors know very little about what happens in our mental functioning, and perhaps where they see a flat encephalogram we still think, you know, with the kidneys, her heart, her kidneys, pancreas with ...
This was my literary fiction (to appease those who expect exceptional all I will say that my character eventually sank in the dark) but I must say that if I had thought it was because I believed a little. I'm not sure where the scientific instruments of today see only a flat earth, and an absence of soul, there is no thought at all - and I mean peaceful materialism, not because I believe that a soul survives the death of our cells, but because I would not rule out that - and finally death a few cells - and others do not survive to take control of the situation, not witnessing an extraordinary plasticity of the brain (this is now the Everybody knows), but our body.
Well, since I suspect that when you are healthy you think even with the big toe, then why not when the brain shows no sign of life?
not make a statement about a scientific conference, but somehow I believe it. Given that there are people who believe in the red horn let me believe this.
Now what I wish, though if I were in a situation like that?
To seek with his lantern every chance I really think that they are reduced to three. First possibility to survive as a turnip, without conscience, without being able to say "I", reacting to a maximum of some modification of atmospheric moisture, as if I were a column of mercury. In fact, these conditions would not be a "me", but just a stone and I do not see why I should worry about me.
The second possibility is that in that state all relive their past, go back to childhood, you have visions come true and those who had been living in our desires, In short we are living a kind of heavenly dream. It's a little what happens to the character of my novel, but then unfortunately he falls into darkness.
The third hypothesis is the most worrying is that in that life was suspended one wonders what will they think of us and our loved ones, will live again with my heart in my throat the last moments of consciousness, the theme for the ravine future that awaits us, or even one consumption as did my mother in the last ten years that has survived my father telling us children whenever he could, as was the horrible night when my father had been seized by heart attack, and if it was not his fault that he had prepared a dinner may be too heavy. This would hell - and I almost accepted with relief the death of my mother because I knew it was coming out of this hell.
Now let's blow accounts of the Pascal. Only one of three options is pleasant, the other two are negative. In terms of roulette (and large numbers, like seventeen years of suspended life) has already lost. But the problem is not that. I am ready to declare that in the case of suspended life in the accident incurs, I would not extending care (even if I lose a few seconds or millennia of paradise) to avoid tension, despair, false hopes, and trauma (let) unsustainable costs to my family. But who am I to destroy the life of one, two, three or more people for the remote possibility of having a few moments or a few years of virtual paradise?
I have the right to choose my death for the sake of others. As it happens, is what I always taught the moral, and not just secular, but also of religion, that's what I was taught as a child, that Pietro Micca was right to give guns to save all the people of Turin that Salvo D'Acquisto was right to accuse of a crime not committed, to reach out to the shooting, to save a whole country, that is a hero who cut out her tongue and accept certain death not to betray his companions and sent to death , who is holy accept the inevitable leprosy to kiss the wounds of the leper.
And after you have taught me all that I do not want to subscribe to the suspension of a suspended life for the sake of the people I love? But where is it moral - and the heroic, and what you taught me, that characterizes the holiness?
why, troubled to express the slightest idea about the death of Eluana (no, dammit, my business, but the parents who loved any more than he loved Berlusconi, who has sinister ghosts on her period) I do not hesitate to speak my mind about my death. And the love that death can embody. "Praised s' my Lord, through Sister Death, - from whom no living man 'can escape: - Woe to those ke die in mortal sin, - Blessed are those who'll achieve them Thy holy will, - ka death secunda no' l Farra 'evil'.
of UMBERTO ECO from the Republic of 12 February 2009