/lit/ - Literature

Edward, the schoolmaster, always wore black. The single tree, however, that shanked out of the front yard he now crossed in long strides showed even more distinct a darkness, a simulacrum of the dread probationary tree—trapfall of all lost love—for coming upon it, gibbet-high and half leafless in the moonlight, was to feel somehow disposed to the general truth that it is a dangerous and pagan notion that beauty palliates evil.
He was alone. It had always seemed axiomatic for him that he be alone: a vow, the linchpin of his art, his praxis.
The imperscrutable winds of autumn, blowing leaves across the porch, had almost stripped the tree, leaving it nearly naked and essential against the moon that shone down on the quiet little town in Virginia. It was late as he let himself into the house and walked up the creaking stairs to his rooms where, pulling a chair to the window, he sat meditatively in that dark chamber like a nomadic gulsar—his black coat still unbuttoned—and was left alone with those odd retrospective prophecies borne in on one at the start of that random moment we, for some reason, choose to call the beginning of a new life.
The night, solemn and beautiful, seemed fashioned to force those who would observe it to look within themselves. He watched awhile and then grew weary. He took a late mixt of some rolls and a bottle of ale and soon dropped asleep on his bed, dreaming out of fallen reason the rhymes received with joy he shaped accordingly. It was only early the following morning that he found on the bedside table next to his pen and unscrewed cap—a huge Moore’s Non-Leakable—the open commonplace book in which, having arisen in the middle of the night to do so, he had written a single question: "Who is she?"

>>6641903
You walking across a spider and deciding to kill it is one thing. You telling another person how they have to deal with spiders is another.

Same goes with the abortion, and you can see how telling someone else how to deal with their baby is far more complicated than telling them how they have to deal with spiders.

I am not defending it, but it should be pretty easy to "get this", so you'll know the toes your stepping on emotionally.

As far as an actual defense.

We either make an argument that the "thing" in the body is not a human,

or/and make an argument for utility and consequences.

A mother's rights to her bodies will be strengthened by the first argument, but to disregard the traditional view on life as being absolutely sacred will trump any other argument and will be found in the second.

I personally don't deal with the first argument since it doesn't seem to deal with the problem. You can not call a thing a human all you want but people still care about it like it is a human and want to put rights on it.

The main argument should be on human rights versus utility. If the embryo/baby is considered a human, whose rights will matter more? The mother or the baby? Does the mother get a say and to what extent since she will be the one, supposedly, raising it?

Maybe even disregard the above. Baby has full rights, and we override these because, well for one, we dont have a perfect bureaucracy or a perfect state, and really a mother would know best if she can raise a kid/be able to give the kid up for adoption.

Allowing abortion is the easy choice because it allows for flexibility. It may not be the right choice however.