For someone who believes in life after death, that soul is not necessarily lost.
But for the one who does not believe in God, witnessing death must be, well,
we could conclude that life had no “real” or “defined” meaning, purpose, or value
in the first place.
Unless the value of life could be somehow, at the very least, diminished.
Unless the definition of life —
is up to us.
Whoever we are.
Human life. Who defines it?
Who among us is human?
Who among us deserves to die?
Who among us is worthy of life
and who is not?
And we do.
And we have.
We have said:
It’s not that big of a deal if a criminal dies.
It’s probably better that people who are deviant and angry at the world are silenced.
It’s not that bad if only one person died in one little school shooting.
It’s not really of much consequence one man is sentenced to death and turns out to be innocent.
It’s not that bad as long as it’s small, has no voice, and doesn’t feel pain…
It can be far more bearable to deny truth and meaning and the existence of a higher power
When we watch some of the things humans do.
And when we know people who have had those things done to them.