"Make yourself an honest man, and then you may be sure there is one less rascal in the world." ~ Thomas Carlyle
How Dare You Rob Me of My Time on Earth
Column by Jim Moore.
Exclusive to STR
Dedicated to the Unknown Soldiers
Most people think of life as precious, a miracle, a fabulous gift. Life is all of these and more. Above all, life is sacred. Sacred, because each human life is God-given, unique, one-of-a-kind, never duplicated. And once that life is over, THAT life—yours and mine—is gone forever, lost in the incomprehensible dimension of eternity.
The other evening, a lady friend and I got into a discussion about enjoying life. She asked, “Where were you in 1850?” “That’s an odd question,” I answered. “And where will you be in 2050?” she asked. “Non-existent in both cases I suppose; so what’s your point?”
She smiled. “My point is this, if we weren’t here a hundred years ago, and won’t be here a hundred years from now, the few years that we ARE here—that conscious, alive, awareness around us, living, feeling, breathing, loving, are the most precious moments we will ever have because after that there will be nothing…total oblivion…forever.”
“So, we should not waste a minute of living, right?”
“Exactly. But that’s not all. It is an unforgivable crime to steal those precious moments from anyone; and I mean any breathing body and living soul.”
Later that evening I gave considerable thought to this lady’s unique but perfectly sound philosophy. It went far beyond Schweitzer’s “Reverence for Life”, or Bernard’s “If I had to define life in a word, Life is Creation”, or even Swift’s “May you live all the days of your life.” In short, the lady expressed condemnation for stealing another human being’s time on earth as the most despicable evil act she could imagine.
Now, her idea of the afterlife may be different than yours or mine but getting there, and who helps us get there is beyond dispute.
Ponder this. Think about the many ways an individual’s time of life is stolen by another individual; by random, acts of wanton carelessness, or cruelty. And these atrocities in all their hideous forms have no preference for time, place, season, or country. When it comes to robbing someone of his time on earth, all options are on the table. Including war.
Yes, WAR, the curse of the devilish part of humanity that is responsible for this senseless butchery. WAR is the method, territorial acquisition (or empire building) is the motive, regime change is often the excuse, profit is the payoff, and young soldiers are the expendable means…they are, and and always have been.
The Revolutionary War (which created America) and the Civil War (which saved America) were close to being somewhat “justified.” Nevertheless, war, of any kind, is the damnable culprit and needs to be outlawed and driven off the planet. History, including ours,
In seven of our nation’s “major” wars, time on earth has been stolen from more than a million and a half young soldiers; their minds shut down, their eyes closed, never to see again, never to laugh, to love, to raise a family; only the nothingness of death for all eternity. All we can do is bury them with customary honors and feel proud when we say, he died for his country, when in fact his country never gave him a chance to LIVE for it.
And the robbery of a soldier’s time on earth gets even more criminal in today’s inexcusably senseless Middle East wars. During these days we feel in our gut that when General Sherman said, “War is hell” he was only half right. When a soldier’s life is stolen from him for any reason but defending his homeland, it is a capital crime against all humanity. And it must stop!
Can you hear it? Can you hear the voice from the grave of some young soldier who had irreplaceable moments of life stolen from him by a rogue government senselessly perpetuating preemptive wars, and demanding more and more soldiers to fight them, and die if need be. Do you hear him?
“HOW DARE YOU ROB ME OF MY TIME ON EARTH!”