A Physician's Thoughts: Lies

[isthatanEcho]

(OOC: Postings of copies of a printed pamphlet were left scattered on top of newspapers throughout places of activity)

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Stop Listening to Lies​

Salutations, residents of Regalia of all races,

I once again write a message of warning to all who wish to listen, and all who have been infected, and wish to protect their children from the disease I speak of. If you are immune, move on, and if you are not, and are disinterested. Attempt to at least listen to these words.

I have seen a few reactions from my fellows directly, and from the words of my messengers, as I keep a distance from my printed works, but even then, I see a growing sentiment among the common people and even the nobility that I tend to correct. But I have heard the same arguments on death throughout my years and I wish to correct or offer a new perspective on those thinking about the existence of death.

The statement is that, "Death gives life meaning."

That life is too good. That the ability to live longer is just too tiring. That a longer life will sap the meaning of life, and that one day, I will sit down, with my bones too weak to move, and the wish to die is what gave my life meaning.

These words are usually not reserved for the just death, no, this statement is often found, not of times of injury or plague, but seemingly only around the discussions of how much time one is left through age.

And the logic of such a statement is laughable.

I have seen countless patients lay on their last breaths, confined to bed from the horrors of Suppression, a disease, that over the course of months, removes the patient's ability to walk, move, and eventually breathe. The only treatments available are to make sure the individual's last moments, are comfortable, and of peace.

Does such a situation sound familiar?

Are we to spit on such individuals and say that their deaths and sufferings from such a disease allowed them to see the meaning of their lives? No sane individual among us would want a disease to come to dim our vision, weaken our bones, sap our strength, dull our minds, and give the same disfigurements to our children, our parents, our friends, and our fellows. And if we took that choice, would our response to those who come to us in such pain be that they should feel thankfulness? That we gave their lives meaning through their suffering? Would your loved ones accept such a statement? Would you accept it?

The answer seems obvious, and yet, that is what occurs. To us, death by age seems inevitable. So The Hunter whispers to us that its work is justified. That without its employment and toils in humanity and in all races, life would lose its meaning, without it, life will feel as if it's never-ending, and without a date of expiration, life would just become too boring.

I say to not listen to the words of The Hunter and those he tricked.

Death does not give life meaning. Experience of life itself gives our lives meaning. Living to overcome those hardships of life is what gives it meaning.

The end result of all diseases, death, gives no opportunity. While age itself, unlike death, is sadistic. Age does not pull individuals peacefully through the passageway, it is a twisted monster that corrupts those who touch, and strangles them as it wrenches them through to the next world. The Everwatcher would not wish for a passageway through the sufferings of disease. And if age follows the patterns of plague, what is the difference?

The only difference I say, is the length of torture.

And if such a statement is true, and only torture gives life meaning?

Life is simply not worth living.

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