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Paul Larkin

Chroniclers are privileged to enter where they list, to come and go through keyholes, to ride upon the wind, to overcome in their soarings up and down, all obstacles of distance, time and place.
Charles Dickens - Barnaby Rudge, Chapter The Ninth

Words of consolation when we must grieve for a dead child

Recent events in Belgium and Australia have sickened every sane parent whose greatest fear is that something would happen to a child of his or hers.

I personally find it very very difficult to face the awful fact that there are people in this world who would hurt, indeed murder, a child. The modern approach is to allude to some sort of psychological warping on the part of the perpetrators of such heinous deeds to explain their actions. I am sure that this is sometimes the case but I also believe that conscious evil is abroad in this world and that it must be actively fought. I am not talking about the caricature of some hairy guy with red skin horns but about a group of people who consciously choose evil. This concept is in all cultures and in all times. An Fear Dorcha - The Evil One


Thankfully the evil are few and the good are many. I see, and have often seen in my life, good deeds being done everywhere I look. I remind myself of this when I hear the almost unbearable news of a child's murder. Then I also remember that it is part of the human condition to suffer more in the contemplation of suffering or death than the actual event itself. To paraphrase Dostoevsky in his novel "The Demons", the contemplation of, say, a huge boulder dropping on your head involves a far greater form of suffering than the actual event itself where death would be instantaneous

I have a personal experience of a near drowning as young child. To this day, I clearly remember the burning, choking, salt brine water rushing into my nose and throat and my trying to breath in air but only succeeding in taking in more water. Then I just let go and began to sink into a kind of peace. This all happened in the turn of a wave on a Welsh beach and a lady in Welsh national dress apparently rushed along the beach and dragged me by my hair out of the tide. On another occasion, I received a very bad stab wound to my elbow. Yet, on neither occasion did I feel pain after the initial alarm. No, the crucial moments of pain, or suffering, come in the days of recovery after the physical crisis has passed. If recovery is what indeed comes to pass.

From all the accounts of near death experiences and torture that I have read, it seems that our body responds to extreme situations by giving us either huge bursts of adrenaline, or quickly shutting down our functions. Either way , we receive a kind of peace. The real suffering, therefore, is shared amongst those to whom the event did not happen. Imagined pain is always far greater than the pain itself.

So take solace and comfort dear readers and be brave. Live life to the full and don't let the terrors of the imagination, on which the evil one thrives, turn you away from the life of hope and goodness that is all about.

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Go raibh mille maith agat, Pol

Finn
by: Finn Anson (contact) - 30 Jan '09 - 13:51


 


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