Foetus vs Child

2 April 2018 Monday 11:03pm

…but a woman knows how to make decisions. And if she gets pregnant, then she gets pregnant. To me, having a baby is a blessing. There are women out there who would sell an arm and a leg just to be able to conceive. And yet when a child is conceived out of wedlock it is considered a curse. A child is a blessing whether its parents are married or not. Am I mistaken about that?

No, you are not. Once again rules of society are at play when it comes to how women should treat their bodies. At the moment, women are fighting for the right to have a say in what decisions they choose for their own bodies, especially when it concerns pregnancy. Your beliefs are the powers that be that have a say on how women should treat their bodies. Abortion is one of your biggest issues at the moment. The irony of it is that when a child is conceived out of wedlock – the situation and condition that the pregnant woman is in, is considered unacceptable in society’s eyes. Anything that which is borne out of wedlock, is also considered a sin. But it is also against your beliefs to get rid of that which is borne out of wedlock – which is abortion. So what is a woman to do?

She can abstain from sex, that’s what she can do.

That’s another one of your beliefs – sex out of wedlock is also a sin.

Well then, there’s the logic, isn’t it? Being pregnant outside marriage is a sin. So having sex out of marriage is also a sin. As for abortion being a sin, it’s like murder to some – murder is a sin.

And yet you have a thing called death penalty.

But that’s because of a heinous crime. A baby hasn’t committed any crime!

Isn’t a criminal in death row once a baby?

Argh! I don’t know where you’re coming from sometimes!

I’m coming from the truth, my child. So do you still think there’s logic in those beliefs?

Wait. What is “logic” anyway? Hang on. Okay. Logic means “a particular method of reasoning or argumentation.” Sample sentence is “We were unable to follow his logic.

So do you still think there’s sound reasoning with those beliefs? That it’s a sin to have sex outside of marriage? And that it’s also a sin to get pregnant outside of marriage? And then if the woman gets pregnant out of marriage, it’s also a sin to abort the foetus? So what is a woman to do if she’s already with child?

Wait a sec. First you called it a “foetus” and then next, you called it a “child.” So which is it?

Is there a difference?

The dictionary defines “foetus” as “the young of an animal in the womb or egg, especially in the later stages of development when the body structures are in the recognizable form of its kind, in humans after the end of the second month of gestation.” As for the word “child” the dictionary says it’s “a person between birth and full growth; a boy or girl.” But the dictionary says that the word “child” also means “a human foetus.”

So is there a difference between the word “child” and the word “foetus”?

Um…Yes and no. No, there’s no difference because a child in a womb is a foetus. And yes, there’s a difference to the meaning we give each word.

How so?

To me, “foetus” sounds like it’s not a person yet. As in, it’s not fully human yet. When it comes to the word “child” I feel like it already has its own mind. Or maybe even a soul.

Everything has a soul, my child – even plants. Anyway, I get where you’re coming from. Now imagine this – there’s a group that says they are for abortion. Let’s call them the Anti-Foetus Group. Now imagine another group that says they are against abortion. Let’s call them the Pro-Child Group. And these two groups are always at each other’s faces, shouting at each other, protesting that their group is right. Who do you think will win? The Anti-Foetus Group or the Pro-Child Group?

I have no idea. The word “foetus” & “child” mean exactly the same thing.

Precisely. Both groups are not fighting for the foetus or the child. They are fighting for the meaning they are giving to the words. It’s all about the meaning. And what is a meaning? A meaning is a thought. You are all fighting over a thought.

But a child in a womb is not a thought. It’s a living, breathing entity.

It’s not breathing yet.

Well, it has a heartbeat, that’s for sure.

So you’re Pro-Child?

Since you put it that way, maybe I am. My purpose is for all children after all.

As in living, breathing children?

Yes—wait. Haha. Nice trick. So are you saying that a foetus that isn’t breathing yet is not a child?

Didn’t we already discuss the meaning of the words “foetus” and “child”?

Fine. So are you saying they’re the same but they’re not the same?

Let me just say this – words can help you or words can destroy you. And it’s all because of the meaning or meanings you give each word. And most of the time you are all fighting over the meaning. And as I have said, a meaning is a thought. Most of the time you are fighting over a thought. Does that make sense to you?

I don’t know. Sometimes, nothing makes sense in this world anymore.

You can make something make sense with any sense anytime you wish, my child. By giving it meaning.

Oh no. I’m not going back there again. Meaning is a thought, thought is meaning, fighting over a thought which is the meaning. It’s a losing battle!

That’s the problem. Why does it have to be a battle? Why can’t it be a discussion?

Don’t ask me! I’m just writing stuff here.

I know, dear. I know.

The Missing Shoes – A Dream

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(From my chronicles – I still remember this dream like it was yesterday…)

18 August 2013 Sunday

I had a dream this morning. I was lost in a building – trying to find my way out. I was wearing a dark business suit – tailored shirt, jacket and trousers. I was walking around when I finally came to some glass panels with sliding doors. I went through and found myself looking down some stairs. There was a chain blocking it. I stepped over the chain and was about to take a step when I hesitated. It looked so steep! I was afraid I’d miss a step and fall.

I looked around and noticed a couple of escalators on the far side. I thought, That’ll be a lot easier and not so scary. I stepped back over the chain and went back through the sliding glass doors. I felt something on my head. I flicked it away with my hand and whatever it was fell to the floor. I glanced at it and saw that it was the chain from the steps. It got caught in my hair.

As I came to the glass entrance to the escalators, I noticed the escalators weren’t moving – Oh no, they’re out of order. I looked around and noticed a lady behind me. I was near the entrance doors of a theatre hall. She was the usher. She signaled to me – pointing to the sensors to make the escalator move. There was a green button at the side. But she came forward instead and touched it, signaling for me to step forward. I did and as the escalator started moving down I sensed the glass doors closing when she went back in. I looked back and saw the usher signalling to me again – I left my shoes behind! I looked down – I was barefoot. Never mind, I’ll go back. I turned as soon as I reached the bottom and rode the other escalator going back up. But when I reached the top, it was a totally different place.

This time there were two ladies nearby who looked like they were ushers as well. I asked them for directions to the entrance of the theatre hall that I came from. They said I have to go through their theatre halls to get back there. But if I didn’t want to be noticed by the cinema patrons, they said I should go through the one that was empty. I’m not afraid of people – so I said, “It’s okay, I don’t mind. And the movie hasn’t started anyway.”

As I went through the doors, I noticed it wasn’t a theatre at all but a classroom where some children were preparing for their lessons. As I walked towards the far corner, looking for the exit, one of the little girls called out to me, “You’re not supposed to be here! ” I said, “It’s okay, I’m just passing through.” I found the exit door and left.

Instead of finding myself at the place where I left my shoes, I found myself outside on the ground floor of the building. It was raining and I was still barefoot. There were a lot of people walking around. The place looked like it was a business area.

I thought I better take a bus back to where I came from to retrieve my shoes. The ride was a lot quicker than I thought and when I alighted I noticed I was the only passenger. The bus brought me to a hotel in a shopping mall. I decided I might as well just buy a new pair of shoes.

I found a shop that sold shoes that seemed reasonably priced. I took a pair of sandals from those that were displayed – checking the size. It was a size 5. I needed a 5 and a half or a 6. I requested the sizes from the young sales lady. I thought, How weird – she should be at the beach in that bikini she was wearing. Anyway, she did bring me a pair that was the right size but when I asked her how much it was – I thought the price was way too expensive for my budget. I told her I only had a few dollars in my bag. When I took out my wallet, I was surprised to find it contained different currencies from all over the world. The sales lady remarked, “Oh yes, we have plenty of those scam cases at this hotel.” Another lady customer agreed with her.

I felt disheartened. And I was still barefoot.

Then I woke up.

The Little Girl, the Boat and the Sun

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(From my chronicles)

9 June 2013 Sunday 8:35pm

The Story of the Little Girl, the Boat and the Sun

There was once a boat who asked everyone to come on board.

The boat said proudly, “I will protect you from the storms and the strong winds, my dear ones. Come on board, everyone!” The boat bobbed up and down on the water as one by one everyone got on board.

Then a little girl asked as she sat down, “Where are we going, Boat?”

The boat replied, “To look for the sun. The clouds have taken away the sun. Let’s look for the sun.”

The little girl looked at the water, a little puzzled by what she sees. She points and asks, “What is that?”

The boat answers, “Why, that’s the water, dear.”

“No, I mean, what’s that in the water?”

“You mean the reflection?”

The little girl nodded, “Yes.”

“Why, that’s you!” The boat replied.

The little girl’s face lit up, “Wow, she’s beautiful! Her eyes seem to shine like the sun!” Suddenly, the little girl straightened up and shouted, “Boat! I found the sun!”

“Where?” The boat asked, looking around.

“It’s in my eyes! The sun is in my eyes!” The little girl replied, “The sun is in me!” She stood up and said, “I have to go, Boat. I have already found the sun. I hope you find the sun too, Boat.”

And she turned to the others on board the boat and wished that each of them will find their sun.

So she disembarked, walked on the water and stepped ashore.

She turned and shouted, “Don’t worry, Boat! Don’t worry, everyone! I’ll come back and help you find your sun!”