He had to choose between those two. What could
help him to choose? Could the Christian doctrine? No. Christian doctrine says: Act with
charity, love your neighbour, deny yourself for others, choose the way which is hardest, and
so forth. But which is the harder road? To whom does one owe the more brotherly love, the
patriot or the mother? Which is the more useful aim, the general one of fighting in and for
the whole community, or the precise aim of helping one particular person to live? Who can
give an answer to that a priori? No one. Nor is it given in any ethical scripture.
//
//
And
moreover, to say that we invent values means neither more nor less than this;
that there is no sense in life a priori. Life is nothing until it is lived; but it
is yours to make sense of, and the value of it is nothing else but the sense
that you choose.
//
I am like a prisoner who is enjoying an imaginary freedom while asleep; as he begins to suspect he is asleep, he dreads waking up, and carries on with the pleasant illusion as long as he can.
//
“The
only reason you had me was so you could get a maid you wouldn’t have to pay,”
you’ll say bitterly, dragging the vacuum cleaner out of the closet.
“That’s
right,” I’ll say. “Thirteen years ago I knew the carpets would need vacuuming
around now, and having a baby seemed to be the cheapest and easiest way to get
the job done. Now kindly get on with it.”
//
From the beginning I knew my destination, and I chose my route accordingly. But am I working toward an
extreme of joy, or of pain? Will I achieve a minimum, or a maximum?
These questions are in my mind when your father asks me, “Do you want to make a baby?” And I smile
and answer, “Yes,” and I unwrap his arms from around me, and we hold hands as we walk inside to make
love, to make you.
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