1 essay on the ethics of Human Theraputic Cloning.
24 hours to complete the assignment.
2000 words worth to write.
It’s ironic that it had to come at a time when the First Lady of Malaysia passed away due to breast cancer. Maybe most of you won’t see this as irony, but well…trust me…there is irony there especially when you realise that scientific research is limited by our moral obligations towards things we fear and have no understanding off.
Research that can save lives should we take of our gloves and actually play God like we were meant to do in this business. The more I read up on what I’m supposed to be writing about, the more I realize that our own short sightedness and fear is what’s killing people. The guidelines are already there, the rules are already set, so why do you have to come up with weird ideas that puts the fear of God in everyone?
Sometimes I can’t understand people, they say they want to save lives but are not willing to go all the way unless someone they care for deeply or they themselves have been afflicted by the condition that requires you to go all the way. If people were less self-absorbed about their so called high-standing moral principles in regards to the advancement of the human race, the only thing we’d have to worry about what movie shall we watch on a Saturday night. Nothing else in the world would bother us simply because we know at the end of it…things will not just be set right…but set better in comparison to what was before.
So yeah, I’m not pro-life. Not at all. I’m pro-progress (which is a redundant word) which means I screwed morality a long time ago and the only ethical guidelines I hold to conforms within the lines “Do No Harm”, the rest of course is just arguing schematics. An embryo isn’t a human being and neither should cloned embryos be considered as one. With that…maybe in the future, we’ll save a couple thousand lives from death or a lifetime of immune surpressing drugs…or something far worse than death.
I think that’s much better than a moral standing on something you don’t understand. Don’t you think so?