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The modern day Don Quixote
I suppose every one has heard of their favourite man of La Mancha, and his faithful sidekick, Sancho Panza. Do we not all chuckle at the foibles of Don Quixote: tolling at windmills, and even imagining the local inn as a respendent castle, with stone battlements and crenallated ramparts? Do we not all laugh when he expresses his love for his noble lady, a simple peasant serving the inn?
Whereas Don Quixote is the dreamer, what about Panza? He represents the firm realist for whom everything is as it is perceived, that the eye indeed sees the truth. What is a windmill but a windmill or an inn an inn? Nothing can be more than the senses, which after all cannot lie.
This is the most fundamental difference between the prolifer and a prochoicer; the prolifer is a dreamer chained to an ideal, while the prochoicer is a realist, grounded to pragmatism.
Yes, your view is wider, through the perspective of the eyes, but it is far more narrower from the perspective of the soul. Is it not the dreamers who inspire while the realists are exposed? Who would have imagined travelling to the moon, or communicating to anywhere in the world in a matter of seconds? Any who suggested these ideas 200 years ago would have been a dreamer, or worse, a possessed madman.
So as it was, so it is today. Like Don Quixote, prolifers defend ideals that many have forgotten, discarded and rejected. We see the unborn as a living person, equal in dignity and worth to her far more physically substantial mother. We see all persons as intrinsically valuable, regardless of their current capacities. Is that not like Quixote; do we not see what our eyes tell us does not exist?
I just have one more question, to curtail the length of this exposition. If we laugh at Quixote, is not the joke on ourselves? For who does not desire a world of romance, of honour of wonders yet to come? While many hinder Quixote, few reject his views outright. Rather than expressing them with such embarrassing passion, he should restrain himself. We all should dream quietly, as not to offend those with smaller dreams.
"We are the magic makers
And the dreamers of dreams
Wand'ring by lone sea breakers
And sitting by desolate streams
World losers and world forsakers
On whom the pale moon gleams
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world forever it seems."
-Arthur O'Shaughnessy
I suppose every one has heard of their favourite man of La Mancha, and his faithful sidekick, Sancho Panza. Do we not all chuckle at the foibles of Don Quixote: tolling at windmills, and even imagining the local inn as a respendent castle, with stone battlements and crenallated ramparts? Do we not all laugh when he expresses his love for his noble lady, a simple peasant serving the inn?
Whereas Don Quixote is the dreamer, what about Panza? He represents the firm realist for whom everything is as it is perceived, that the eye indeed sees the truth. What is a windmill but a windmill or an inn an inn? Nothing can be more than the senses, which after all cannot lie.
This is the most fundamental difference between the prolifer and a prochoicer; the prolifer is a dreamer chained to an ideal, while the prochoicer is a realist, grounded to pragmatism.
Yes, your view is wider, through the perspective of the eyes, but it is far more narrower from the perspective of the soul. Is it not the dreamers who inspire while the realists are exposed? Who would have imagined travelling to the moon, or communicating to anywhere in the world in a matter of seconds? Any who suggested these ideas 200 years ago would have been a dreamer, or worse, a possessed madman.
So as it was, so it is today. Like Don Quixote, prolifers defend ideals that many have forgotten, discarded and rejected. We see the unborn as a living person, equal in dignity and worth to her far more physically substantial mother. We see all persons as intrinsically valuable, regardless of their current capacities. Is that not like Quixote; do we not see what our eyes tell us does not exist?
I just have one more question, to curtail the length of this exposition. If we laugh at Quixote, is not the joke on ourselves? For who does not desire a world of romance, of honour of wonders yet to come? While many hinder Quixote, few reject his views outright. Rather than expressing them with such embarrassing passion, he should restrain himself. We all should dream quietly, as not to offend those with smaller dreams.
"We are the magic makers
And the dreamers of dreams
Wand'ring by lone sea breakers
And sitting by desolate streams
World losers and world forsakers
On whom the pale moon gleams
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world forever it seems."
-Arthur O'Shaughnessy
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