tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post3417464037486455322..comments2023-07-03T09:22:01.637+01:00Comments on tasting rhubarb: Memories, stem cells and sphinxesJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690685768980280402noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-36019547423031197892008-05-01T20:23:00.000+01:002008-05-01T20:23:00.000+01:00I also welcome the research that can make such a d...I also welcome the research that can make such a difference to lives blighted by disease, but share that uneasiness. It is something very instinctive, like a monkey fear of snakes, this fear of mixing animal and human material. However much I understand intellectually what scientists may tell us, a more primitive part of me would like to make the sign of the cross to ward of the anger of the gods...Rosiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12211663940952195703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-48119059124006522682008-05-01T08:16:00.000+01:002008-05-01T08:16:00.000+01:00What an amazing image to go alongside that news st...What an amazing image to go alongside that news story! And I feel utterly torn about it too. I suppose I also recall another radio program I heard about a deaf family who were refusing to have their son operated on, so important was their community to them, so special they considered the world of the deaf to be. Perhaps ultimately I come down on the side of thinking that the real value of life is in managing somehow to make the most of the hand of cards you've been dealt, and to give us these options is to allow someone to make decisions about what 'normal' life should look like, or what brings value and meaning to existence. Because, awful as it is, life would become less meaningful without death and suffering.<BR/><BR/>So I think all that, and then I look at my own son, and am obliged to wonder what I would or wouldn't do? It's a conundrum.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com