You’ve heard the phrase, maybe even used it. It is ubiquitous, an idiom. “[It] came out of nowhere.” But everything comes from somewhere. The deer from the woods. The rock from a hillside or the hand that threw it. So does life. It comes from someplace, and it has a beginning. Life doesn’t just come out of nowhere. It begins, like all things, from an identifiable point of origin.
Every argument, theory, reason, excuse, or end-around to blur that is politics or, more specifically, a lie we tell ourselves in the service of selfishness or evil.
And I wasn’t always pro-life because the culture made it easy not to be that. It was framed in terms that anyone could ape. You could say, you know what, I don’t know when life begins. Maybe borrow a line from Obama decades before he said it. It’s above my pay grade. Or, you wouldn’t want to be punished with a baby – more likely.
We are not encouraged to take responsibility for the benefits of pleasure. Sexual gratification, beginning in the 60s, became the opiate of the American masses. Free love. The pill. Then abortion on demand.
A culture advertised as empowering women that favor men who would not object at all to more sex with more women. Do it and walk away. Sex without responsibility. Sex without love, compassion, or intimacy. Without marriage.
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It is a desire as old as human life on earth. Most cultures that succeeded (at least for a while) were built upon the premise that if men did not take responsibility for the byproduct of intercourse (children), they might spend (eternity) in some equivalent of hell.
And death is not above your paygrade.
Everyone will witness it and experience it – mostly around them before being taken from the world. But always alone. Your death is yours, even if it happens in the company of others. Surrounded by friends and family, strangers, or if you use it to take others with you. Death is a shared reality but a singular event from the perspective of he who dies. We all know it’s coming, and it happens to each of us individually, and it helps to have loved ones nearby, but in the end, it can be no one else’s but your own.
Life, on the other hand, you cannot create by yourself. You need help. It takes two to tango (speaking of idioms), and there’s no other way to make human life. Ask a biologist, and they will explain it to you.
Fertilization is where life begins. Sperm from a “father” and an egg from a “mother” combine, and in short order, an entirely new being with its own identifiable DNA is created. With DNA so unique, we can use it to identify criminals who could be incarcerated for the remainder of their unique natural lives. An individual that will live until the process of growth (physical, mental, social, cultural) is interrupted.
There is no point before fertilization that we can call the beginning of life and only death is the end.
Pretending that this is not the human life cycle is a lie in the service of lesser gods and lower purpose. And abortion interrupts the life cycle. It interferes with the natural development of a human being whose existence begins at fertilization.
Abortion is not about health or care.
I used to be pro-choice a long time ago now, and I’ve come to understand the truth. Abortion has ended millions of lives in the name of pleasure without consequence. A price many women pay by themselves after being convinced by men, family members, friends, politicians, or the culture, to end that life.
It is something only they can experience. A bumper sticker slogan played out as public policy that then discards these women with as much ease as it does the life she carried inside her. And these harms have gone on long enough.
