Overslept. Yeah, yeah, to be awake is to be alive. I know, I know.

Little is to be expected of that day, if it can be called a day, to which we are not awakened by our Genius, but by the mechanical nudgings of some servitor, are not awakened by our own newly acquired force and aspirations from within, accompanied by the undulations of celestial music…

Well sorry, Henry, I didn’t hear the harp this morning.

Too bad, I was all set to write about the odd juxtaposition of topics on offer yesterday in Bioethics: Caleb on post-mortem sperm “donations,” followed by Vincent’s half-serious suggestions for solving the problem of overpopulation. It was the liveliest, cheeriest session on death and genocide I’ve ever participated in.

Thanat-, thanas-, -thanasia, -thanasic, -thanatous +. (Greek: death, dead)…

But, semi- seriously: if we’ve already got too many people, should we really be opening the gate to¬†that form of life after death?

And totally seriously: how do we manage life responsibly on a global scale, respect the wishes and the memory of the dead, and respect ourselves as a species enough finally to reject the misanthropy every thoughtful person at one time or another must have entertained?

But as I was saying yesterday, time is short. More later. (I hope!)


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