When I was a teenager, I had an air rifle. One fine summer's day when the cherry tree in the garden was full of fruit, I pointed the gun out of my window at a flock of starlings that had descended to peck at the cherries. I singled one out and pulled the trigger. It fell out of the tree. The rest scattered.
I went down to inspect the fallen bird lying fatally wounded on the ground. It looked at me, scared, confused, in agony, aware that its life - which had been so wonderful until now - was rapidly draining away. I felt that the dying bird had connected my presence with its plight; it was it accusing me of having taken its life. Or was I being over-sensitive? [Interestingly this piece in the Guardian today asks how birds can have a sense of self without having a neo-cortex in their brains.]
The memory of my emotion remains so strong that I have been putting off writing this post for about three weeks, finding other things to blog about.
Since that moment of communion with a dying creature that I had mortally wounded, I have never consciously harmed any creature. Indeed, as I get older and wiser, I am beginning to feel sentience across all life-forms - trees, indeed - even bushes and grass. Scything the lawn outside the działka, I begin with a silent 'I'm sorry' to the grass that will be cut. Pulling out saplings that have grown too close to other, slightly larger, young trees gives me guilt.
Sensitivity is a matter of degree in us humans. Does Putin, for example, suffers from any remorse about killing innocent Ukrainian women and children, ordering the bombardment of residential blocks of flats, letting loose thermobaric rockets on Ukrainian villages (or indeed bombing Syrian hospitals) etc - or is he such an utter sociopath that he lacks the ability to feel guilt or sense of wrong-doing? Indeed, is conscience a biological or social construct?
Conscience is an individual matter, it can be honed or dullened by the people around us. Gang members will feel less bad about their minor misdemeanours than cloistered nuns.
The sensitive will be more likely to feel that their misdeeds trigger karma - or the nemesis that is triggered by hubris, divine retribution. This is a thought I've been wrestling with for years. The notion that we self-regulate our behaviour in line with our sensitivity. But is there a link between consciousness - the awareness of being aware - and conscience?
Conscience, says Wikipedia, is a cognitive process that "elicits emotion and rational associations based on an individual's moral philosophy or value system. In common terms, conscience is often described as feelings of remorse when a person commits an act that conflicts with their moral values."
I think there's more to conscience than a reflection of the moral system we have absorbed - it is a far broader link, a binding with the flow of the Universe through our consciousness.
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Perfect weather week in Warsaw
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Further progress is unimaginable
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Baletowa reopens as rail works move on
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Polish doctors in UK offer new healthcare model
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The closure of the Góra Kalwaria - Pilawa railway link
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My blazing bus pic gets on front page of Gazeta Stołeczna
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Storm clouds rising
Perfect weather week in Warsaw
This time five years ago:
Further progress is unimaginable
This time six years ago:
Baletowa reopens as rail works move on
This time nine years ago:
Polish doctors in UK offer new healthcare model
This time 12 years ago:
The closure of the Góra Kalwaria - Pilawa railway link
This time 14 years ago:
My blazing bus pic gets on front page of Gazeta Stołeczna
This time 15 years ago:
Storm clouds rising
When I was about 8 I shot and wounded a pigeon with a catapult. Blood came gushing out, I screamed, and called for my grandad who finished it off with an axe. The pigeons would gatecrash on the feed laid out for the chickens. At 42 I shot and wounded a jackdaw in my garden with an air rifle. The look it gave me before it breathed out its last will haunt me for life. When I pass the meat counter in my supermarket I summon these memories but I also think of the people who work in slaughterhouses and who provide for their families.I will never solve this dilemma in my head. If you haven’t seen it yet, watch the Battle at Kruger video on YouTube.
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ReplyDeleteMany thanks for sharing your experiences. Battle at Kruger - I have seen it many years ago; good to see it's still getting watched and liked - truly remarkable. Life is a powerful force; our purpose is to understand it - and our place within a greater cosmic whole.