“In politics, as in religion, it is equally absurd to aim at making proselytes by fire and sword. Heresies in either can rarely be cured by persecution.” – Alexander Hamilton, Federalist Paper No. 1
“It is perhaps a more fortunate destiny to have a taste for collecting shells than to be born a millionaire.” -Robert Louis Stevenson, novelist, essayist, and poet (13 Nov 1850-1894)
A problem in law that too often escapes detection Is the weakest in life to have adequate protection Rather the unborn or those at the ends of their life Each deserves their own good without facing strife
To pursue happiness enjoyed in our fullest liberty Should be the truest aim of ethical anthropology Invisible or not, we all hold the responsibility To all others in steadily upholding our human community
Vulnerable in our natural limits, we strive To have counted in living and do more than survive Supporting this is the pitch perfect philosophy And very much needed in this time in our history
What is good and right is grounded in understanding Of what it means to be a human being and then demanding That our meaning of self and our bonds of humanity Rest fully in our connections of place, God and family
Choice then is not really the bioethics of everything Being human requires more than the dominance it brings But the understanding of our requirement to protect the weak Beginning with the wrong values helps no one when we speak
The essence of body-soul dualism is in and at play Seems palatable with principle and dignity for our lives today Yet if ever we are to arrive at any equitable solution We will need to stop and listen carefully to each contribution
There are too many errors in thought on morality Publicly and privately, we must live with right nobility Beyond the individual desires that often conspire To separate ghosts and machines burnt on selfish pyres
We are more than bodies that shell our strong will Legitimating abortion and infanticide for the sake of a thrill Justifying murder stating the unborn and elderly lack capability To be seen as "persons" without functional personality
From this lacking argument, human rights are denied implicitly Taking away the dignity of life is nothing less than explicitly Depriving others of their affirmation without defense All arguments to the contrary are little but pretense
A mother and her child are not atomized strangers With conflicts of interests in varying degrees of danger The right of the mother to life is not the freedom to kill Unless we are to say that we must ignore all but one will
This is inviable in a network of interdependent vulnerability That has come together to form the bonds of our society It is unreasonable to believe this sadly, grave mistake That anyone is so independent as that equality must break
If we are to keep the worth of our sacred sense of dignity To do without these thoughts is to bring harm to society This throw away culture of today must be put to its right Straightened to correct and live our lives in the light
(c) November 13, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“No danger flowing from speech can be deemed clear and present unless the incidence of the evil apprehended is so imminent that it may befall before there is an opportunity for full discussion. Only an emergency can justify repression.” – Justice Louis D. Brandeis (1856-1941)
The Mayflower Compact serves as the rudimentary model for the governance of the United States of America. As a document, it also served as a model for both the Declaration of Independence and the United States Constitution itself. This year is the 400th Anniversary of the establishment of the Plymouth Colony and this deserves to be remembered as the American Thanksgiving Day celebration is just around the corner.
A Most Holy Compact by Michael Doyle
It isn't just a matter of toleration There at the beginning of our nation That the Mayflower Compact was one of liberty This then is the beginning of our history
As the Pilgrims sought Christian purity Their need to depart was one of surety Seeking only to love and study God's divinity Holland and then off to America was their journey
Jamestown and Plymouth were secured in belief In commonwealths based on God's given relief From being forced to follow a tainted theology Of which God's part was to them a contested mystery
Under the pressure of uncertainty, a covenant was formed To create a common society by which all would be conformed Parsing out the lines of meaning in the Lord's name They worked to provide Plymouth's good frame
There it was that America formed its first community Bringing in brethren and strangers as common family This declaration of religious and sacred liberty Was founded in God's name and in His divine authority
Here began our pilgrim's quest in rarified equality That would create the basis of America's striving for liberty To be self-governing in this new form of political society When even then there was a sense of accepted plurality
There were rough strangers on that Mayflower sailing ship Some even who were not so constrained in matters of worship Yet, each passenger, regardless of class, stood together In the serious and grave belief in the rights of one another
It was something greater than government granted toleration That created the basis for the coming American nation These great liberties were given by God's divine light To follow one's own conscience is everyone's given right
There in the pressures of uncharted circumstance Rose a social compact before its time driven by happenstance In it, we might find the need to walk in its inspiration That would grow through cooperation, not coercion, into our nation
(c) November 12, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“It is of great importance to set a resolution, not to be shaken, never to tell an untruth. There is no vice so mean, so pitiful, so contemptible; and he who permits himself to tell a lie once, finds it much easier to do it a second and a third time, till at length it becomes habitual; he tells lies without attending to it, and truths without the world’s believing him.” – Thomas Jefferson (1785)
From my first thought in the morning To my last thought late at night It has grown suddenly and without warning That being without you just isn't right
My dreams get a little more dreary When you are not laying beside me And my hopes seem a little bit less My heart shakes lost in its own mess
But, lady, when you're near me I feel at home with our possibility That of the everything that you are to me I suppose that is shines easy enough to see
Here I am again with late night thoughts of you This isn't something I would ever want to undo I see that it's the same for you as it is for me Your home in my heart is large enough for the world to see
(c) November 11, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Censorship is the commonest social blasphemy because it is mostly concealed, built into us by indolence, self-interest and cowardice.” – John Osborne (1929-1994)
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along