Kevorkian, who just died, had it right. There is a time when ending one’s own life simply becomes the right thing to do.
In his book, ‘LIFE ASCENDING - The Ten Great Inventions of Evolution’ - Nick Lane begins the last chapter (DEATH) with this paragraph:
“It’s said that money can’t buy happiness. But Croesus, King of Lydia in ancient times, was rich as . . . Croesus, and thought himself the happiest of men. Seeking avowal from the Athenian statesman Solon, then passing through his lands, Croesus was irritated to be told, ‘Count no man happy until he be dead’; for who can predict what Fate holds in store? And it so happened that Croesus, acting on an archetypically ambiguous oracle from Delphi, was captured by Cyrus, the Great King of Persia, and bound to a pyre to be burned alive. Yet instead of berating the gods for his excruciating end, Croesus murmured the name ‘Solon’. Mystified, Cyrus enquired what he had meant, and was told of Solon’s counsel. Realising that he, too, was a puppet of fortune, Cyrus had Croesus cut down (others say that Apollo came to is aid with a thunderstorm) and appointed him as an adviser.
Dying well meant a great deal to the Greeks. . .” (end quote from ‘LIFE ASCENDING’ by Nick Lane)
Speaking of Kevorkian, and thinking of how he was so roundly condemned, it has always puzzled me why most of us can comfortably (albeit with sorrow) take our beloved pets to the vet’s to be ‘put to sleep’ when it becomes clear that their suffering outweighs their enjoyment of life.







