Precarious Life

Posted by Herb7734 8 years, 2 months ago to Philosophy
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Old folks, disabled folks, infirm folks, all have something in common.More than the average person, they are aware how precarious life is and how uncertain the future is.When one is young, the end is too far away and the future is tomorrow. In mid-life, a productive person is too busy to bother too deeply with the consequences of life. So, how does Objectivism deal with these very basic manifestations? I think I know, but I'm always open to learning.


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  • Posted by CircuitGuy 8 years, 2 months ago in reply to this comment.
    Someone recently said comments on Rand's work do not get as many responses as political nonsense, but that may be be because people like me have nothing further to add. I wish this site had a Thanks button. The quote make me want to read We the Living. Thanks for posting the quote!
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  • Posted by $ Olduglycarl 8 years, 2 months ago
    Yes, when young...it's to far to see but now, it's staring us in the face.
    Had we remained bicameral in the sense of the nature of things, we would except it; but having greater senses, being ever conscious, it becomes the most difficult of times...we hold it in for the benefit of others...make no mistake, a conscious man (human) will search for some meaning to his life and try to reason with his demise. So few of us come to this time in our lives by choice or consequence.
    I suppose, that's why it might be easier to just live to die instead of living to live and the end be damned.

    Working at a Hospice Hospital...I see this everyday...it's sad and it's unnecessary...aside from our efforts to heal the family members...we could become a healing place for all...if we only were allowed to get away with it...it surely would not stand for long before government would step in.
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    Posted by j_IR1776wg 8 years, 2 months ago
    "She smiled. She knew she was dying. But it did not matter any longer. She had known something which no human words could ever tell and she knew it now. She had been awaiting it and she felt it, as if it had been, as if she had lived it. Life had been, if only because she had known it could be, and she felt it now as a hymn without sound, deep under the little hole that dripped red drops into the snow, deeper than that from which the red drops came. A moment or an eternity- did it matter? Life, undefeated, existed and could exist. She smiled, her last smile, to so much that had been possible." Ayn Rand

    Read more at: https://thequotes.com/quotes/298140
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