![]() ![]() ![]() Of the tall metal tray return in the dining hall. ![]() Memories of cottages in the woods, arranged in a half-moon. The percentage of my skin that touched hers will lessen until one day my lips won't be the same lips that kissed hers, and all I'll have are the memories. We grow new cells to replace the grieving ones, diluting our pain until it loses potency. I'll still remember loving her, but it'll be a different me who loved her. But it also means that parts of me that knew and loved Sadie will disappear. “In AP Bio, I learned that the cells in our body are replaced every seven years, which means that one day, I'll have a body full of cells that were never sick. I have not the infinite wisdom that can fathom it, neither has any other human brain”Īttorney for the Damned: Clarence Darrow in the Courtroom I know that all life is a series of infinite chances, which sometimes result one way and sometimes another. I know that every influence, conscious and unconscious, acts and reacts on every living organism, and that no one can fix the blame. I know that every life is inextricably mixed and woven with every other life. I know that a pebble cannot be thrown into the ocean without disturbing every drop of water in the sea. I know, Your Honor, that every atom of life in all this universe is bound up together. Because somewhere in the infinite processes that go to the making up of the boy or the man something slipped, and those unfortunate lads sit here hated, despised, outcasts, with the community shouting for their blood. They killed him because they were made that way. They killed him as they might kill a spider or a fly, for the experience. Not for money, not for spite not for hate. They did not reason they could not reason they committed the most foolish, most unprovoked, most purposeless, most causeless act that any two boys ever committed, and they put themselves where the rope is dangling above their heads. How insane they are I care not, whether medically or legally. No one who has the process of reasoning could doubt that a boy who would do that is not right. Is it within the realm of your imagination that a boy who was right, with all the prospects of life before him, who could choose what he wanted, without the slightest reason in the world would lure a young companion to his death, and take his place in the shadow of the gallows? The best way to understand somebody else is to put yourself in his place. Now, your Honor, you have been a boy I have been a boy. And they gave it all up for nothing, for nothing! They took a little companion of one of them, on a crowded street, and killed him, for nothing, and sacrificed everything that could be of value in human life upon the crazy scheme of a couple of immature lads. Boys who never knew what it was to want a dollar boys who could reach any position that was to boys of that kind to reach boys of distinguished and honorable families, families of wealth and position, with all the world before them. They had all the prospects that life could hold out for any of the young one a graduate of Chicago and another of Ann Arbor one who had passed his examination for the Harvard Law School and was about to take a trip in Europe,-another who had passed at Ann Arbor, the youngest in his class, with three thousand dollars in the bank. “Were these boys in their right minds? Here were two boys with good intellect, one eighteen and one nineteen. River Out of Eden: A Darwinian View of Life The universe that we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but pitiless indifference.” In a universe of electrons and selfish genes, blind physical forces and genetic replication, some people are going to get hurt, other people are going to get lucky, and you won't find any rhyme or reason in it, nor any justice. If there ever is a time of plenty, this very fact will automatically lead to an increase in the population until the natural state of starvation and misery is restored. During the minute that it takes me to compose this sentence, thousands of animals are being eaten alive, many others are running for their lives, whimpering with fear, others are slowly being devoured from within by rasping parasites, thousands of all kinds are dying of starvation, thirst, and disease. “The total amount of suffering per year in the natural world is beyond all decent contemplation. ![]()
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