My youngest brother put a gun in his mouth, pulled the trigger, and splattered his head all over his living room wall.
Before the bullet finished homogenizing the contents of his brain pan, he was dead. The intricate connections of synapse and neurons dissolved in the rapidly spinning lead and copper that infused his brain.
I admit to being spiritual, but from a practical viewpoint, we're just "wires in a box".
I have no memory of any previous existence. I do not believe that in my previous life I was a woman. Were that the case, then perhaps I should just wait this one out and wait for my next one so I can return to being a born woman. Or perhaps upon my death, the all knowing, all seeing, all powerful, *whatever* will re-incorporate me into the body of a winged *female* angel.
If existence were "Life after life", then *this* life has little meaning, doesn't it? After all there should have been thousands of lives prior to this one and thousands, or more, after this one. Then this one hardly makes a difference.
Where do all the souls in life come from? Are they being printed up somewhere?
We humans have an almost infinite ability to visit horror upon any other living thing. There is rarely justice. What justice was given to the 20 children killed in Newhope? What justice could possibly be given them? What punishment could possibly be sufficient to snuff out the life of an innocent *child*!
Is Adolph Hitler's punishment of being separated from gods love sufficient punishment for the brutalization and murder of six million human beings? Hardly.
I have rambled, ranted and apologize to the sensitive on this list. I really, really didn't want to get involved with this, but, my brothers death still hurts. I will never be able to hold him and tell him that it is alright. Or slap him because he did such a stupid thing.
I have turned the idea of karmic/cosmic/deistic justice over in my mind a million times and find it wanting.
There is no final adjudicator of right and wrong.
Just life. In all its horrific and wonderful ways.
-Sandy