You do not get to judge the value of life. There is little which gets under my skin as much as this infectious hatred, this insidious scoffing, this malignant insistence that we devalue life. The more mild form of this sickness is couched in vegetarianism. I do not intend to make a moral case for eating meat. Rather, I’d say no life can have value if, as some vegetarian arguments assume, all life is of equal value. What this assumption of equality eventually leads to is a passive destruction of life, where, unable to weigh the human life against the animal life, we sacrifice the higher, that is the human, for the lower.
Where else have I seen this evil? I suppose the most terrible form of it is our culture’s acceptance of abortion. Do we love death so much that we sacrifice our children to its insatiable destruction? Every pro-abortion argument I hear drips with this foul claim that we can become god, that we might judge what is right and wrong in our own eyes. We cannot judge life; we did not create it.