The Morality Of Euthanasia

So does Philosophy then, suffer from the superficiality of its apparent softness? Or do you find it harsh, my friend, and cold, its objectivity a front to trivialise all human feeling. Thus it is not a question of 'Can man reason? ' nor, 'Can man talk? ' but rather, 'Can man suffer? '” I suspect that rights are really notions, misconceived and threatening the happiness of many, if not most. It is the greatest number that must be pleased as, after all, we are but slaves of pain and pleasure shuttling as we do, between the two. Perhaps this can explain our morbid fascination with euthanasia, or nicely stated, assisted death. Could it not be the grand solution for all final illness? Or is it a false compassion, behind which one can hide those hidden homicidal impulses, a God complex all wrapped inside the pages of their own psychopathology. The taking of a life is but philosophy of murder, and its attraction grows from seed to deed in minutes, there is the prospect irresistible, of pain and pleasure which, in the end will wipe it clean, the slate of morals to give then to the greatest number, the hope of happiness.