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meltzerboy2
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The random, serial killings of this man are, unfortunately, by no means unique. But the murders he committed and his suicide got me thinking about his life. Not that I am judging his soul–none of us has a right to do that–and not that I believe his life had no intrinsic meaning–all of our lives do–but, on a human level and from a Catholic perspective, what is the “value” of a young life, perhaps disturbed, who commits such terrorist acts of murder and then kills himself? Would you say his was, sadly, a wasted life, although he may have done some good things earlier in his short time on Earth? What might be the “purpose” of such a human life? Certainly not to make the world a better place by helping people, or even minding his own business and not helping people. It is not my intention to sound harsh or judgmental or appear self-righteous, but I was just wondering on a philosophical and theological level, leaving psychology aside for the while, what meaning the lives of people who become murderers may have?
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