Originally posted by invigorateThat depends on the situation. If I was terminally ill and certain of a painful, debilitating and prolonged laspe into death, then I'd prefer to take my own life in the most calm and painless way I could. Otherwise I'd obviously like my time to come naturally.
Who would you prefer to take your life?
Nature
Yourself at a time of your choosing
A Friend
Your government
Someone else
Originally posted by StarrmanI agree. But I sure as hell would try to take as many people out with me as possible.
That depends on the situation. If I was terminally il and certain of a painful, debilitating and prolonged laspe into death, then I'd prefer to take my own life in the most calm and painless way I could. Otherwise I'd obviously like my time to come naturally.
Walk into a church or a pro-life lobby gathering and blow myself up.
Edit: I say church, but it could just as well be a temple, a synagogue or a Mosque....all depending who's irritating me at that moment the most.
Originally posted by shavixmirGiving a little something back eh?
I agree. But I sure as hell would try to take as many people out with me as possible.
Walk into a church or a pro-life lobby gathering and blow myself up.
Edit: I say church, but it could just as well be a temple, a synagogue or a Mosque....all depending who's irritating me at that moment the most.
Myself at a time of my choosing. This would probably be in a situation where it was clear that nature was going to do it unpleasantly and soon. However, I could imagine other scenarios in which suicide would be the most rational long-term option for the satisfaction of my values.
Who'd rather be killed by an errant taxi than at their own convenience, on their own terms?
EDIT Possibly a friend at the time of my choosing, if the irrational bits of my mind couldn't muster the extreme courage that I'd imagine would be required to carry out my rational wishes.
I don't know very much, or really put much stock in, existentialism, but the premise that we must constantly justify not killing ourselves seems to trivially impose some sort of 'meaning' on life, in the sense that an ideal strict existentialist who has not killed him- or herself must have found some reason not to.