Loving Life

Almost immediately following my incarceration, I began explicitly exhorting a love of life in both word and deed. Moreover, I’ve since been quick to debate the validity of my stance with any individual who wishes to question its rationality.

One such person, for the fist few months that I knew him, condemned my efforts at eating properly, working out avidly, reading voraciously, etc. as wrongly loving this life more than the next one, in heaven. As a Christian, the only logical response that I could come up with was that, given the finite nature of this life, versus the infinite nature of the next, one may as well maximize the duration of the former based on the simple fact that it’s a scarce and depleting resource. And, there’s an infinite amount of good that still must be done here.

Over time, however, this individual has shed his cloak of pretense as regards to Christianity, and has of late even taken to the bottle. Today, he actually procured dye solvent from maintenance or somewhere, and drank a couple ounces of that!

After my initial shock at hearing of such lunacy wore off, I remembered our initial debate about life, and realized his true position at the time.

His qualm wasn’t with my loving life, and thus failing to regard it as a means to the next one, but in my loving life, period! His purported Christianity was merely a hypocritical feint, and he’s simply one who despises life. Drinking dye solvent to get drunk is his way of killing—no pun intended—two birds with one stone (his consciousness and his existence).