Halloween: Why do we need to be mortal? or do we?

The day before All Saints Day of the Catholic church is the eve of the day of haloes (the rings of light around Saints’ representation in art), ie. Halloween. Don’t worry Halloween is a Pagan feast (Samhain), and the church piggy backed that day with one if its most important feasts November 1st. Samhein was the end of harvest and the start of Winter. Bonfires were lit and some cattle came in barns for the Winter and some were slaughtered and the meat conserved for the Winter months. People were scared of Winter and
Is it a need of the planet to be mortal? As we celebrate the mocking of death with Halloween, it seems the reaper is all part of a joke. But when I visit the elderly as I do more and more being an elder myself, I can only observe that only those who really REALLY suffer want to die at all. Death as part of life may be a myth. Grey gives us a taste of the problem:

Therefore CGP Grey tells us that to think of death as a positive is a deeply floored thought. But in the following video, Craig Benzine offers us this perspective. Death has to exist, because the planet changes, the climate modifies itself, and following this life evolves to fit the change. So for these scientists and thinkers, death has to be.

So if we are called to die one day, and can’t do much about it, let’s live in the best way possible. Let’s try to be fit of the body and of the mind. “The finite nature of life is what drives us to do our best.” This is Bill Nye’s big idea.

The mischievous Lesley Hazelton expresses the same concern in different words.

What’s wrong with dying?

So everyone, enjoy your Halloween the ghouls, and the candy, the ghosts and the styrofoam grave stones, but one day you’ll take time to reflect on your own immortality. I’ve got a maximum of 70,000 more days to live. I don’t pay insurance to a church or other religious entity to buy the promise of an immortal life. If you are a believer, I sure hope you are not wasting good money that could have gone towards a glass of wine here on earth. Carpe Diem.

Tattletales – Whistleblowers

Today, I came across another video dealing with some of the issues whistleblowers have. I thought I would share this as an introduction to the body of work below: many individuals keep society in moral check but suffer because of their loneliness when taking a stand. Alice Dreger describes herself as “a professional pain in the ass … working to find out what’s true in the hope it will lead us to treat each other better.”

This little piece tries to answer the question: Are we educating our young properly when we label tattletales negatively without using discernment.

Tell tale tit,
Your Mother can’t knit,
Your father can’t walk
Without a walking stick.

Tell Tale Tit
Your tongue will be split
And all the little puppy dogs/ dicky-birds
Will have a little bit

Tell tale tit
Yer mammy cannae Knit
Yer fathers in the dust bin
Eatin’ fish and chips.

So with those renditions just in the various books in my keeping, there must be hundreds around, and the message is that if you are a tattletale, then you are “mummy’s pet”, “teacher’s pet”, perhaps a nerd, and someone who isn’t “nice”. Obviously, anyone who’s grown up knows that to make friends, you can’t tattle. The social norm is that to have friends, you need to shut up about anything that according to your own particular set of rules or morals is not right.
This starts from the moment a child utters his or her first words. As a mother, I remember my daughter tattling on her brothers for not washing their teeth, although water was on, toothbrushes wet, toothpaste tube left open, and washbasin messed up. And then as a mother, I didn’t act on this information – but I felt smug for I was now “in the know”. I didn’t act on the information. Why? because she had tattled, and I judged this wasn’t fair game for the boys?

In the new Oxford American dictionary, the definition of tattletale is the following : a person, especially a child, who reveals secrets or informs on others; a telltale. Whilst whistleblower is a person who informs on a person or organization engaged in an illicit activity. What is striking to me is the resemblance of both these definitions.

Today I watched a “Test tube” video about the risks of a whistleblower:

Interesting.

My point is the following. We bring up our children to select their friends among the non-tattletales. We then require of them to value their schooling, and to honour their teachers – no questions asked. Sometimes we take them to a religious place of worship where we “teach” them to be good people, to follow a moral code, and the laws of the land. We make a big deal of the leaders of the country, and we give them a place of honour in our conversations. And then we tell our children to make sure they respect their employer so as to keep their first job. There is no teaching on “illicit activity” of some leaders, only of the drug dealers. There is no teaching on “bribes” when they are offered and how to deal with it. Honestly as parents we are doing a shoddy job. We need whistleblowers. We need to scrutinize people in authority. So lets honour our little tattletales. Maybe we should immediately think of them as interns in journalism. So sometimes tattletales are OK it seems, and sometimes they are not. It seems whistleblowing is as poorly defined as the playground version.

And then I re-watched Edward Snowden just because.

and a year later:

Today, Sept 13 2017, surveillance is again brought up at Stanford University by Jennifer Grannick