Thursday, 5 March 2026

A Short Story: Integrity



















My short story today is based on a poem I wrote, itself based on Ezekiel 18:22, another tale for Lent.

Integrity

A thin rain drifted across the dunes at La Pulente, soft as breath, barely enough to blur the footprints on the sand. Thomas Le Brocq walked with his head lowered, hands deep in his coat pockets, as if the wind might read the shame he carried. He had come here because the tide was turning, and he needed something in his life to turn with it.

He had spent years building a reputation as a dependable man in the parish. He chaired committees, read lessons on Sundays, and always had a ready smile. Yet beneath the surface he had been cutting corners in his work, telling small lies that grew into larger ones, and letting resentment shape his choices. When it all came to light, the shock in people’s eyes had been worse than any punishment. They had trusted him. He had trusted himself. Now both felt broken.

He stopped beside a rock pool where the water lay still and dark. His reflection wavered in the shallow basin. It looked like a stranger. He whispered the words he had avoided for weeks. “I did this. No one else.”

The tide pushed forward with a long sigh, filling the edges of the pool. The sound steadied him. He remembered a line from the prophet he had heard as a child: Turn from wrong, and you will see that life in truth is harmony. He had always thought repentance was a single moment, a dramatic turning. Now he saw it was slower, like the tide itself, advancing in small, persistent movements.

He walked on until he reached the slipway where the fishermen kept their boats. An old man was mending a net, his fingers moving with the ease of long practice. Thomas hesitated, then greeted him. The old man nodded, neither warm nor cold, simply present.

“You’re Thomas,” he said after a moment. “Folk have been talking.”

Thomas felt his stomach tighten. “I know. And they’re right.”

The old man tied off a knot and looked up. “A net tears. You mend it. Takes time, but it holds again. Folk are the same.”

Thomas let out a breath he had been holding for weeks. “I don’t know where to start.”

“Start by not hiding,” the old man replied. “A man who lives a lie is already halfway drowned. Stand in the open. Let the truth breathe.”

They spoke a little longer, nothing dramatic, just simple words that settled like pebbles in the mind. When Thomas turned to leave, the old man called after him. “Integrity isn’t about never falling. It’s about choosing the next right step.”

The rain eased. A faint light broke through the clouds, touching the wet sand with a pale shimmer. Thomas walked back along the beach, feeling the weight inside him shift. He could not undo what he had done, but he could choose what came next. He could apologise without excuses. He could rebuild trust without demanding it. He could let truth shape him, not fear.

As he reached the path home, he looked once more at the sea. The tide had risen, covering the rock pools, smoothing the beach into a clean, unbroken sweep. It was not a promise of ease, but it was a sign of movement, of renewal, of the quiet work that reshapes a shoreline.

He stepped forward, carrying within him the first small piece of a renewed hope.

Wednesday, 4 March 2026

A Short Story: Not on Bread Alone















Based on a poem I wrote, which itself was based upon Deuteronomy 8:3.

Not on Bread Alone

The wind had been against him for days.

Elias trudged along the narrow path that wound through the barren hills, each step a small act of defiance against the ache in his legs. His pack was nearly empty now, just a crust of bread wrapped in cloth and a waterskin that sloshed with more hope than water. He had set out from the village with confidence, certain that the journey would be straightforward. But the road had stretched longer than he imagined, and the silence of the wilderness had begun to press on him like a weight.

By the third day, he felt the strain in his bones. Hunger gnawed at him, but he rationed the bread carefully, breaking off pieces so small they barely touched his teeth. He told himself he could endure it. He had endured worse. Yet as the sun dipped behind the hills and the cold crept in, he felt something inside him falter.

That night, he sat by a small fire, watching the flames flicker like fragile dancers. He held the last piece of bread in his hand. It was hardly enough to sustain him through the next day, and he knew it. The thought of eating it now, of surrendering to the simple comfort of food, tempted him. But something in him resisted.

“Remember the long road,” his mother had said before he left. “Not just the one beneath your feet, but the one within you.”

He hadn’t understood her then. He wasn’t sure he understood her now.

As he stared at the bread, a memory rose unbidden: his father, years ago, standing in the doorway after a season of drought. Their fields had withered, their stores had dwindled, and the whole village had felt the sting of scarcity. Elias remembered the fear in the adults’ voices, the whispered worries at night. But he also remembered his father’s calm.

“We do not live on bread alone,” his father had said, placing a hand on Elias’s shoulder. “We live on trust: on the words that remind us who we are and who walks with us.”

Elias had been too young to grasp the weight of those words. Now, in the wilderness, they returned with unexpected clarity.

He set the bread down beside him and closed his eyes. The fire crackled softly. The wind shifted, carrying with it the faint scent of pine: fresh, clean, alive. He breathed it in, letting it fill the hollow places inside him. He whispered a prayer, not for food or rescue, but for strength to continue.

When dawn broke, he rose with a steadiness he hadn’t felt in days. His hunger remained, but it no longer ruled him. He ate half the last piece of bread, tucked the rest away, and stepped back onto the path.

By midday, he reached the crest of a hill—and there, in the valley below, he saw the roofs of a village. Smoke curled from chimneys. People moved about like small, purposeful figures. There was life, a community and at last shelter.

Relief washed over him, but so did something deeper: gratitude. Not for the bread he had saved, but for the lesson the wilderness had carved into him.

Strength was not found in what he carried, but in what carried him.

And as he descended toward the village, he whispered the words aloud, letting them settle into his bones:

“Not on bread alone.”



Tuesday, 3 March 2026

At the End of Remembrance
















At the End of Remembrance

A westerly wind was moving in from the Atlantic when the old man reached the Dolmen of Mont Grantez. The stones stood as they always had, massive, patient, older than history. Even though the large capstone had been blasted to rubble, turned into chaotic fragments, the rest remained and held fast. He placed his hand on one of the capstones, feeling the cold grit of lichen and salt. The sea far out in the bay was restless, but the stones were steady, as if they remembered something the waves had forgotten.

He whispered the line he loved, the one that had followed him since boyhood: “For our God hath blessed creation, calling it good.” The words felt true here, where the land rose like a shoulder against the wind. The dolmen was a monument to ancient hunger for meaning, but also to the world’s own goodness, stone shaped by human hands because the world was worth shaping.

He walked along tracks toward St Ouen’s Church, its steeple stubborn against the sky. Generations had prayed here while storms raged, while armies landed, while the sea tried to reclaim the marshes. The old man paused at the gate. The church was not grand, but it was faithful. It stood as a witness that destruction was never the final blessing, that the world was not abandoned to the spirit that “blessed destruction with his hand.”

Inside, the air smelled of wood polish and old hymnals. A single candle flickered near the altar. He sat for a moment, letting the quiet settle. The church was a reminder that goodness endures, not because the world is gentle, but because God is. He thought of Irenaeus, who said that creation was not a mistake to be escaped but a gift to be healed. The church, with its weathered stones and stubborn presence, seemed to agree.

When he stepped outside again, the tide was turning. He went down the hill, and across the bay, round La Pulente headland, and followed the road toward Corbière, where the lighthouse waited. It was the edge of his known world. The sky was bruised with cloud, and the sea was a heaving grey. Corbière rose from the rocks like a white promise, its lantern ready to cut through whatever darkness came.

He reached the causeway just as the first drops of rain began to fall. The old man climbed the steps of the lighthouse and stood beneath it. The wind whipped at his coat, and the waves crashed against the rocks below. He looked up at the lantern room, its glass catching the last of the daylight as dusk fell. It felt like standing at the hinge of the world.

Chesterton’s final lines rose in him like a tide:

“Yet by God’s death the stars shall stand
And the small apples grow.”

Here, at Corbière, the words felt literal. The lighthouse was a small echo of a greater truth, that the world held together because Christ held it, that the stars kept their courses because the cross had steadied them, that orchards inland still bore fruit because creation was being renewed, quietly and faithfully.

He turned back toward the St Ouen’s bay. The rain had begun in earnest, but the dunes glowed faintly in the dimming light. Somewhere behind them, in sheltered gardens and old farmsteads, the small apples were indeed growing.

The old man smiled. The world was wild, wounded, and wind‑torn, but good. And on this coastline, where stone, church, and lighthouse stood like sentinels, he could feel the truth of it: creation blessed, evil unmasked, and hope anchored deep as bedrock.

Monday, 2 March 2026

321 Lent Course: Existential Questions and Thomas Aquinas.








Why are you here? On this planet?
What makes you ask the big questions about life?

It is interesting to look at these questions on the 321 course from a Thomistic perspective, using the philosophical tools used by Thomas Aquinas. I found this exercise very helpful. 

My own reading on Aquinas is limited, but enough to see his profound way of shaping understanding, bringing together Aristotle's philosophy and Christianity in a synthesis which I still think is relevant today.

Here are some good books which I read in the 1980s:

G.K. Chesterton, "St. Thomas Aquinas" is the best general book. Chesterton gives a vivid, witty portrait of Aquinas that makes complex ideas feel human and alive. It’s often called the best short book ever written on Aquinas because it focuses on the man, his character, and the drama of his thought rather than technical theology. I read it at University.  His "Francis of Assisi" is also brilliant.

Frederick C. Copleston, "Aquinas: An Introduction to the Life and Work of the Great Medieval Thinker"A clear, thoughtful overview of Aquinas’s life, context, and major ideas. It’s praised for being readable while still philosophically serious.

Anthony Kenny’s "Aquinas" in the Past Masters series is a short, reliable, and very approachable introduction to Thomas Aquinas. I have a collection of the Past Masters series which are brilliant introductions, although probably more 

Why are you here? On this planet?

To truly understand why you are here from a Thomistic perspective, we must look past simple biology and see you as a masterpiece of four intersecting "whys." Here is how Aquinas would explain your presence on this planet using his fourfold framework:

The Material Cause - what you are made of?

The material cause is simply the physical stuff that makes you a living, embodied person. For Aquinas, you exist here and now because you have a body made of flesh, blood, and bone. That body gives you the ability to take up space, move through time, see the sun, feel warmth, and interact with the world.

He doesn’t see matter as a prison for the soul. Instead, he sees you as a unity of matter and form—your body and your soul together make one complete human being. Your physical body isn’t an accident or an obstacle; it’s part of what makes your earthly life possible.

The Formal Cause - What gives you your shape or identity?

The formal cause is the inner pattern that makes you human rather than anything else. For Aquinas, this is your rational soul—the principle that shapes your body, gives it life, and makes you the kind of being who can think, choose, and reflect. Your soul is the “form of the body,” the thing that organizes your physical matter into a living, human person. It’s what makes you a rational animal, different from trees, stones, or any other creature.

The Efficient Cause - What brought you into being?

The efficient cause is whatever brings you into existence and keeps you going. On the everyday level, that’s your parents: they are the biological agents who caused your birth. But Aquinas goes further and says there must also be a Primary Efficient Cause. Since nothing can give itself existence, he argues that you exist right now because God is continually sustaining you. Your life isn’t just the result of something that happened years ago; it’s more like a song that exists only because the Singer keeps singing.

The Final Cause - What are you here for?

The final cause is your ultimate purpose: the end toward which your life is directed. For Aquinas, nothing in nature is aimless; everything moves toward some goal, the way an arrow flies toward a target because an archer aimed it. Your own goal is Beatitude, the deepest kind of happiness that comes from knowing and loving the source of all truth. Your life isn’t a random accident but a purposeful journey shaped by this pull toward meaning. This purpose acts like a magnet, drawing you toward growth, good choices, and the search for what truly fulfils you.

What makes you ask the big questions about life?

The drive to ask the “Big Questions” comes from the way the human spirit is built. Aquinas would say your curiosity isn’t just an evolutionary accident, it’s your mind naturally reaching beyond itself toward something unlimited. A finite mind stretching toward infinite truth is, for him, exactly what humans are made to do.

The Natural Desire for Truth

Your mind has a built‑in desire to understand reality. Aquinas, following Aristotle, says that just as your body naturally hungers for food, your mind naturally hungers for truth. Because you are a rational animal, you’re not satisfied with small, practical facts. Your intellect reaches for the universal, pushing you to ask questions like “Why does anything exist at all?” rather than just “Where can I find shelter?” This restlessness comes from the way your mind is shaped: it’s a limited, finite power that is always reaching toward something unlimited. It won’t fully settle until it reaches the first cause of everything.

The Spark of the "Agent Intellect"

Your ability to ask big, abstract questions comes from what Aquinas calls the Agent Intellect—an inner light in the soul that can pull meaning out of your physical experiences. An animal sees a sunset and simply reacts to the fading light. You see the same sunset and can lift from it the ideas of Beauty, Time, or change itself. This power lets you move from the material world to the world of concepts.

Because of this, Aquinas says you are a kind of border creature: rooted in the physical world through your body, yet able to reach into the immaterial through your intellect. This inner light keeps nudging you to look beyond the surface of things—to search for the deeper causes and purposes that give reality its shape.

The "Trace" of the Creator

Aquinas would also suggest that your questioning is a form of Remembrance or a "trace" (vestigium) of your origin. Since you were created by a Supreme Intelligence, your own intelligence naturally seeks to return to its source. Every "Why?" you utter is effectively a search for God, even if you don't use that language. He would argue that the "Big Questions" are the way your soul finds its way home. This inherent "teleology" or goal-directedness ensures that you cannot remain indifferent to your purpose. You ask why you are here because you are built to reach a goal (Telos) that is currently beyond your reach, and the question is the first step of the journey toward that final satisfaction.

The Awareness of Contingency

Your questioning, in Aquinas’s view, comes from a built‑in memory of where you come from. Because your mind was created by a Supreme Intelligence, it naturally leans back toward that source. Every time you ask “Why?”, you’re reaching toward that origin, even if you don’t name it as God. These big questions are your soul’s way of moving toward its true goal. You’re made for a purpose you haven’t fully reached yet, and the act of questioning is the first step on that path.

Sunday, 1 March 2026

The Sunday Archive: The Pilot, August 1997 - Part 11




















The Sunday Archive: The Pilot, August 1997 - Part 11













St Lawrence with St Matthew
From
DAVID EDWARDS
Almoner at St Matthews

ST LAWRENCE

THE Restoration Project at St Lawrence is now under way in earnest, following the successful passage of our proposals through the Ecclesiastical Court and the Parish Assembly. The Appeal brochures, expertly produced by David Edwards, have gone out with the rate mailing, and our inaugural appeal event has already taken place, by way of a summer party at Domaine Des Vaux. Our thanks to Marcus and Anne Binney for their hospitality and to Anne and the Events Team who worked so hard to make it a memorable and happy event.

The architect for the St Lawrence Church Appeal is Michael Drury, of St Ann's Gate Architects in Salisbury. Mr Drury is architect for Salisbury and Westminster Cathedrals. Amongst his recent commissions has been the completion of the enlargement of Portsmouth Cathedral, a work begun by Sir Charles Nicholson in 1927 when what was originally a mediaeval parish church of the new Diocese of Portsmouth was given cathedral status. Work was stopped in 1939 by the outbreak of war. Michael Drury's commission included work on the fabric of the building. This experience, coupled with that of extensive conservation and repair work in a number of parish churches, admirably qualifies him for the work in hand at St Lawrence.

Our project broadly involves the internal removal of the hard cement render on the walls and ceilings, which is impervious and traps the damp that inevitably penetrates the exterior wall surfaces. The walls need to "breathe" in order to remain as dry as possible in a building as old as St Lawrence Church. Replastering and lime washing in a suitably light colour will follow. Included in this part of the work will be the removal of the hard pointing, and its replacement with a more sympathetic material.

The lighting and sound amplification systems will be enhanced and a Treasury installed. A certain amount of liturgical reordering will take place, including the resiting of the vestry to a more suitable position.

There is a certain amount of inevitable exterior and interior repair work to be done, details of which can be found in Mr Drury's report compiled in April this year.

The first phase of the work will be in the south transept. We will then move to the north aisle, the north transept and the Hamptonne Chapel. Work in the nave and chancel will complete the third programme. Re-ordering will continue throughout the programme as a certain amount of experimentation will be necessary before agreeing a final plan. A fourth phase will follow which would be the replacement of the hard exterior pointing with a lime based mortar of the type that would have been used in the original construction of the church.

The oldest part of the Parish Church possibly dates from the 11th or early part of the 12th century. The first recorded Rector of St Lawrence was installed in 1299, but it is possible that St Lawrence has been a site for Christian worship since the 6th century AD.

The church stands as a witness to many centuries of the gospel in St Lawrence, as well as being a treasure store of a history that affects us all. Much of this history is now recorded in an Archaeological Survey Report by Dr Warwick Rodwell which is available from the appeal secretary on request.

Today the church touches many of our lives through the so called "rites of passage": baptisms, marriages and funerals. Christmas and Easter for many would not be complete without a visit to church. The building is also a physical landmark of our parish, without which things might not feel quite the same.

It is inevitable that such a building will require major attention every so often in its history, and it falls to us to meet this challenge now, not only for our benefit, but for the generations to come.

We want to do more than simply restore the building. There is an increasing search for spiritual answers to the dilemmas that we face in the modern world, and at St Lawrence we want to play our part in encouraging that search. We hope that the restored and re-decorated building will increasingly become a resource for all to discover more of God through prayer and worship.

The total cost of the restoration programme is estimated at £285,000. At the Ecclesiastical Assembly on 28th April, we committed our-selves to the first two phases at a cost of £150,000. We are very grateful to the Parish, who have voted £100,000 towards the project. We invite you to join us in the challenge of raising the remaining £185,000 to complete the project.

If you would like to contribute, please send your donation to the Appeal Treasurer, Duncan Baxter
The secretary of the Appeal is Anne Bougourd.

ST MATTHEW

SINCE January our midweek activity has developed reassuringly, and we look forward to continuing in the autumn. Combined with St Lawrence, we have been encouraged by the emergence of five homegoups, each of which finds its roots in two Alpha courses that were run in 1996.

The groups will continue in the autumn, but they will be meeting three times a month instead of just two. This means a reduction in the mid-week celebrations, which are planned for every second and fifth Tuesday in the month. We hope to have some guest speakers for these occasions.

We are also planning to run two concurrent Alpha courses between September and December, one in the afternoon and one in the evening. In addition we hope to run a "pre-Alpha course" in the vicarage.

When we read Acts chapter 2 verses 42-47, we see that the quality of the Church's life goes hand in hand with its growth. An openness to God and to each other is greatly enhanced through meeting together in small groups in our homes. As this openness develops, we become more open to the world around us, and its needs. In turn, the Spirit of Christ in us becomes a lantern to those in darkness. It is not impossible for the Lord to add to our number daily if we as believers, follow his pattern for our life together.

Saturday, 28 February 2026

Acts of Sacrifice













This poem tells the tale of the four chaplains on the Dorchester, an army troop carrying ship, which was struck and sunk by a torpedo in the Atlantic.

Those chaplains were: Lt. George L. Fox, Methodist, Lt. Alexander D. Goode, Jewish, Lt. John P. Washington, Roman Catholic, Lt. Clark V. Poling, Dutch Reformed.

I came across their story in a recent “Ireland’s Own”, and I think it is entirely appropriate for Lent. It is a story I had not heard, but it moved me deeply. I do not know if I would have the courage. I think we never do know until we are tested, in that way, to make such acts of sacrifice.

Acts of Sacrifice

Dusk was already falling, heralding night:
Atlantic waters in winter, winds that bite,
The Dorchester sailed on through the sea;
On board: soldiers from land of the free,
But beneath the waves, the submarine,
And its periscope saw the ocean scene;
A torpedo fired, hit the side of the ship:
Bulk plates buckled, in explosion’s grip;
The blast had killed scores of army men:
Wounded cried for help and help again,
Groping in darkness, feeling icy Arctic air,
Knowing death awaited, knowing fear;
Chaos reigned, and all hope seemed lost,
Into the waves, to die, to be storm tossed;
Men jumped to death, in a mortal fright:
But then came hope in despair, and light,
As four men, together stood there tall,
And would not give up, or let others fall;
Methodist, Jewish, Catholic and Reformed:
Four army chaplains, as panic stormed,
Calmed the frightened, wounded attended,
Prayers and words of comfort that mended,
Preached courage, gave their life jackets away,
Knowing they would never live another day;
Greater love than this, to lay down their life,
To be a guide to safety amidst all the strife;
Bringing hope, linked arms together in prayer,
They sank beneath the waves, not in despair,
But in the darkest hour, they lit such a light,
That their glorious faith will ever shine bright.

For more see
https://fourchaplains.org/the-four-chaplains/

A few extracts from that here:

One witness, Private William B. Bednar, found himself floating in oil-smeared water surrounded by dead bodies and debris. “I could hear men crying, pleading, praying,” Bednar recalls. “I could also hear the chaplains preaching courage. Their voices were the only thing that kept me going.” 

When there were no more lifejackets in the storage room, the chaplains removed theirs and gave them to four frightened young men. “It was the finest thing I have seen or hope to see this side of heaven,” said John Ladd, another survivor who saw the chaplains’ selfless act... The altruistic action of the four chaplains constitutes one of the purest spiritual and ethical acts a person can make. When giving their life jackets, Rabbi Goode did not call out for a Jew; Father Washington did not call out for a Catholic; nor did the Reverends Fox and Poling call out for a Protestant. They simply gave their life jackets to the next man in line.

As the ship went down, survivors in nearby rafts could see the four chaplains–arms linked and braced against the slanting deck. Their voices could also be heard offering prayers. Of the 902 men aboard the U.S.A.T. Dorchester, 672 died, leaving 230 survivors. When the news reached American shores, the nation was stunned by the magnitude of the tragedy and heroic conduct of the four chaplains.


Friday, 27 February 2026

The Assisted Dying Equation: An Examination of the Moral Landscape












I've compiled these notes because I'm trying to think through with clarity the issues involved with Jersey's Assisted Dying Law, and indeed such legislation more generally throughout the world.

So what I have done is to take an analogy - the Drake equation, as I think examining how it varies in outcome by initial factors can help to understand how in assisted dying debates, the axioms chosen, or initial factors, if varied, can produce different outcomes.

With the Drake equation, we have to make assumptions, but despite it being built on scientific principles, we do not have enough knowledge to know which assumptions are correct. As I explain, something like this is part of the problem - and the muddle - over assisted dying.

I then looked at safeguards, and also where they appear to break down. One of the most unsettling Radio 4 programmes on the issue looked at the logic in the Netherlands, where "unbearable suffering" is extended - quite logically - to mental as well as physical suffering, and where someone with acute mental distress had managed to obtain assisted dying. The case of the Netherlands can be seen as a "slippery slope", but actually it can also be argued rationally in a way that shows it is not.

One of the things I learned most from Karl Popper with what he called "social engineering" - and assisted dying is a form of social engineering - is that there are often unintended consequences, na these are key to considerations. 

I take two cases as examples. One is to do with mental suffering - the case of bipolar individuals (such as the Netherlands case) and how tricky that becomes. The other is that of dementia, which was once under the proposed Jersey law with a "waiver of future capacity". The issues with dementia are fraught, especially once terminal illness is removed from the equation, and the example of the "coffee cup" case shows I think how close we are approaching involuntary euthanasia under the guise of "mercy killing".

Finally in this preamble, I would note that I am not giving my views on the subject. The reasons should be plain - when it comes to  ranking moral values and feeding them into any debate on assisted dying, I can see no objective means of ranking them which would be universally agreed. Hence all I can suggest is that we should try to move from ranking values to designing procedures that honour multiple values at once. And especially when values cannot be ranked, the only honest path is to build safeguards and to map unintended consequences in advance. That becomes the substitute for moral consensus.

The Assisted Dying Equation

The Drake equation estimates the number of communicative extra-terrestrial civilizations by multiplying uncertain factors: the rate of star formation, the fraction with planets, the number of habitable worlds, the likelihood of life emerging, the probability of intelligence developing, the chance of technological communication, and the length of time such civilizations transmit signals. Small changes in any factor dramatically alter the final estimate.

I find the assisted dying debate rather like the way the Drake equation functions.

The Drake‑equation analogy works because both situations involve several independent factors whose weighting determines the final outcome, yet none of those factors has an objectively mandated value. In the assisted‑dying debate, people begin with different moral priorities: autonomy, sanctity of life, compassion, protection of the vulnerable, and the social meaning of legalising intentional death.

Each of these functions like a parameter in the Drake equation: change the weight of one, and the conclusion shifts dramatically. Someone who gives greatest weight to autonomy will reach a very different ethical position from someone who gives greatest weight to the protection of vulnerable people, even if both are reasoning carefully and in good faith.

The difficulty, as I’ve noticed, is that there is no neutral standpoint from which to declare the “correct” weighting. In the Drake equation, we lack empirical data; in ethics, we lack a universally accepted method for ranking moral values. That is why the debate feels irresolvable: people are not disagreeing about facts but about which moral uncertainties they are willing to live with. One person fears prolonged suffering more than the risk of subtle coercion; another fears the erosion of social protections more than the risk of denying autonomy. These are not errors of logic but differences in moral emphasis.

Where the analogy becomes more complex is that, unlike astrophysical parameters, moral parameters are not value‑neutral. They can be examined, challenged, and tested against lived experience. A society can ask whether a particular weighting leads to greater dignity, greater justice, or greater harm. So while there is no objective algorithm for choosing the parameters, there are still reasons (historical, social, emotional, and philosophical) for preferring one configuration over another. Ethical reasoning is not arbitrary, even if it is not mathematically provable.

What my analogy captures I think beautifully is the sense of structural indeterminacy: the outcome depends on the starting assumptions, and the starting assumptions cannot themselves be derived from the system. That is why the debate feels like two groups solving different equations rather than disagreeing about the same one.

The Uncertainty Principle.

There seems to be no objective way to choose between the competing moral starting points in assisted dying. This is a feature of the terrain itself. The debate is built on values that are all legitimate, all deeply human, and all in tension. Autonomy, sanctity of life, compassion, and protection of the vulnerable each illuminate something essential, yet none can be reduced to the others or ranked by any neutral standard. That is why both sides can argue with clarity and conviction and still fail to produce certainty. They are not disagreeing about facts but about which moral risks matter most, and there is no external vantage point from which to declare one set of priorities objectively correct.

This is also why the debate remains so emotionally charged. Each position protects something precious and fears something real. One side fears prolonged suffering; the other fears subtle coercion or the erosion of communal care. These fears are not errors of reasoning but expressions of different moral emphases. Ethical reasoning can clarify the stakes, expose contradictions, and test consequences, but it cannot eliminate the underlying conflict because the conflict is between values that are all valid. The absence of certainty is not a failure of thought; it is the cost of taking human dignity seriously in all its dimensions.

Ethicists describe this as a pluralistic moral conflict, a situation in which several values are simultaneously real, non‑negotiable, and impossible to reduce to one another. In such cases there is no single correct answer, only shifting trade‑offs between goods and harms. Reasoning can illuminate the stakes but cannot dissolve the tension, and the absence of certainty is not a defect in the argument but a feature of the human condition.

Where can we find guidance?

Even without certainty, societies and individuals can still make responsible decisions by drawing on several kinds of guidance. Consequences matter, because we can look at what actually happens in places that allow or forbid assisted dying. Coherence matters, because any position has to fit with the other values we hold. Lived experience matters, because patients, families, and clinicians reveal realities that abstract arguments miss. Safeguards matter, because any system must protect those who are vulnerable to pressure or neglect. And symbolic meaning matters, because laws express what a community believes about dignity, care, and the worth of a life. None of these sources of guidance can deliver certainty, but together they allow for thoughtful, accountable judgement rather than arbitrary choice.

Safeguards often become the most workable anchor because they do not require anyone to resolve the underlying moral conflict; instead, they manage the risks that each side fears most. In a landscape where autonomy, compassion, sanctity of life, and protection of the vulnerable all carry real weight, safeguards act as the practical meeting point. They acknowledge that no value can be maximised without cost, and they try to prevent the worst harms associated with either extreme.

This is why many jurisdictions that legalise assisted dying build their systems around strict eligibility criteria, independent assessments, waiting periods, and oversight mechanisms. These measures cannot create certainty, but they can create a framework in which decisions are made with transparency, accountability, and protection for those most at risk. In a morally plural world, safeguards are not a perfect solution, but they are often the most responsible one available.

The Slippery Slope

The fear of a slippery slope is real because safeguards can reduce risk but can never eliminate it. Every system that permits assisted dying has to balance two opposing dangers: the danger of unrelieved suffering if the practice is forbidden, and the danger of unintended pressure or expansion if the practice is allowed. Safeguards work by slowing decisions down, adding layers of independent judgement, and creating transparency, but they cannot guarantee that boundaries will never shift. That is why the debate remains tense even in countries with long‑standing laws: people are not only arguing about what is allowed now, but about what might follow.

Safeguards tied to terminal illness with a limited timescale often feel more reliable because they place the decision within a clearer medical boundary. A prognosis, however imperfect, anchors the process in a situation where death is already approaching, autonomy is exercised within a narrowing horizon, and the risk of subtle social pressure is reduced. 

By contrast, “unbearable suffering” is broader, more subjective, and more open to interpretation. It can include psychological, existential, or chronic conditions where the person may not be dying, and where vulnerability, ambivalence, or treatable distress can be harder to distinguish from a settled wish to die. That wider scope increases the risk of unintended consequences, especially for people who feel burdensome, isolated, or unsupported.

Unbearable Suffering?

The Netherlands’ extension of assisted dying to include “unbearable suffering” from psychiatric illness is one of the clearest examples of how a broad criterion can widen over time, and why it raises slippery‑slope concerns. Dutch law does not require a terminal diagnosis; instead, it requires that suffering be unbearable and with no prospect of improvement, and this can include psychiatric disorders. This is explicitly recognised in the Dutch due‑care criteria, which state that unbearable suffering may arise from somatic disease, dementia, or psychiatric disorders.

Why the Dutch position sees expansion as logically required

The Dutch reasoning rests on three linked claims:

Suffering is suffering, regardless of whether its origin is physical or psychiatric. Dutch review committees and legal scholars emphasise that unbearable suffering is not limited to bodily pain; psychological torment can be equally or more severe.

Hopelessness can exist in psychiatric illness, especially in long‑term, treatment‑resistant conditions. The law requires physicians to be convinced that suffering is both unbearable and without prospect of improvement, and this criterion is applied to psychiatric cases with additional caution.

Equal treatment demands consistency. If the law allows euthanasia for unbearable suffering in physical illness, then excluding psychiatric suffering would violate the principle of equal consideration for equal suffering. This is a recurring theme in Dutch ethical debate. This takes seriously that mental illness has a biological substrate. The popular maxim that “mental illness is like any other medical illness”, while a simplification, does imply that mental illness has a biological basis just like other medical illnesses and should be treated in the public’s eye in a similar manner.

From within that framework, we can see the Dutch motivation for change: the expansion is not a slippery slope but a logical extension of the original axiom. 

Unexpected Consequences: Bipolar disorder

A bipolar disorder pattern, where someone may be suicidal in one phase and not in another, goes straight to the heart of why psychiatric suffering is uniquely difficult in assisted‑dying frameworks. Before going further, it’s important to say that anyone experiencing suicidal thoughts or mood instability should seek support from a qualified mental‑health professional, because these conditions require skilled, ongoing care.

The bipolar pattern highlights the central risk: if suffering is the criterion, and suffering fluctuates, then the timing of the request becomes ethically decisive. A request made during a depressive episode may not reflect the person’s long‑term values or identity. This is why many people argue that psychiatric suffering is fundamentally different from terminal physical illness, where the trajectory is clearer and the person’s wishes tend to be more stable. That is a conclusion with which I would concur.

Unexpected Consequences: Dementia

The lack of capacity (as in dementia) also highlights an issue. Where is a threshold? Before one lacks capacity the quality of life in the long term cannot be assessed, once dementia is advanced to lose capacity, the quality of life is lost, but so is the decision making process.

In the context of assisted dying, the "threshold" is the point where an individual loses the legal capacity to make a voluntary, well-considered request. For dementia, this creates a narrow and often missed window between being "too well" to qualify and "too incapacitated" to consent.

Most jurisdictions with assisted dying laws require the patient to have decision-making capacity at the exact moment the life-ending medication is administered. There is Catch-22 here: Patients often feel forced to choose assisted death "too early", while they still enjoy life, because they fear that if they wait, they will cross the threshold into incapacity and lose their legal right to choose. 

There is also a "Six-Month" Barrier: In many US states and parts of Australia, the law also requires a terminal diagnosis of six months or less. Because dementia can last for years after capacity is lost, patients rarely meet both the "terminal" and "capacity" requirements simultaneously.

Some countries allow patients to bypass the "in the moment" capacity requirement through Advance Requests (written when the patient was still competent). But the Netherlands is the only country where a written Advance Euthanasia Directive (AED) can legally replace an oral request after a patient has lost capacity. Even then, a physician must be convinced the patient is experiencing "unbearable suffering" in their current state. In Belgium and Luxembourg,  they allow advance requests, but typically only if the patient is in an irreversible coma or unconscious. This rarely applies to advanced dementia, where the patient is conscious but lacks capacity.

In jurisdictions like the Netherlands, the threshold for assisted dying shifts from Cognition (can you think?) to Suffering (is your life intolerable?). But if a patient with advanced dementia appears happy (e.g., enjoying a meal) but their previous competent self wrote that they would find such a life "undignified" and "unbearable," which "quality of life" assessment wins? And who assesses something so subjective?

The "Coffee Case": A landmark Dutch case involved a woman with advanced dementia who had requested euthanasia in writing but resisted the procedure in the moment. The Supreme Court eventually ruled that her previous written request took precedence over her current confused resistance, as she no longer had the capacity to withdraw her request. The woman was given a lethal infusion to drink in a coffee. 

I find this extremely alarming. This, for me at any rate, crosses ethical boundaries as it requires a human judgement on an individual on the quality of their life, without their formal consent at the time. They may have given a previously written request but while they had capacity, they might have withdrawn it at any time.

Again if we look at safeguards, we find issues:

Once present resistance is discounted, the system must rely on clinicians and legal authorities to decide that the person’s life has crossed the threshold where death is preferable. That is not a neutral act. It is a human judgement about the value of another human’s continued existence.

Advance directives are meant to guide care, not to bind a future self who can no longer speak clearly. The idea that a person “might have withdrawn it at any time” is crucial. A written document cannot capture the complexity of a person’s evolving identity, fears, attachments, or desires as dementia progresses.

So let's look at why the Dutch Supreme Court upheld it. Understanding their reasoning doesn’t make it less troubling, but it clarifies the logic. They argued that the woman’s dementia meant she lacked the capacity to withdraw her earlier request. They held that an advance directive must remain valid even when the person can no longer reaffirm it. They concluded that her confused resistance was not a meaningful expression of will. This is a legal attempt to protect autonomy, but it ends up privileging past autonomy over present personhood.

So is the person with advanced dementia the same moral agent as their earlier self? Two competing views exist: The “precedent autonomy” view: The earlier, competent self has authority over the later self. This is the view the Dutch court effectively endorsed. The “current interests” view: The living, present person, however impaired, has moral priority. Their comfort, safety, and expressed wishes matter more than past documents.

The Coffee Case shows what happens when the first view is taken to its extreme. When the living person’s behaviour is dismissed as “confused,” their humanity is diminished. Countries with assisted dying often broaden eligibility from terminal illness, to chronic illness, to mental illness, to dementia. Once the system accepts that some lives are “no longer meaningful,” it becomes easier to extend that logic.

These risks do not mean assisted dying is inherently unethical. But they mean that safeguards must be built around the living person, not only the past document. 

The Coffee Case forces societies to choose between two incompatible ethical commitments: precedent autonomy (the past self rules) and current welfare and expressed will (the present self matters most).  Most people assume both can be honoured. This case shows they cannot.

The Coffee Case also  shows how a system can begin to treat past consent as sufficient and present resistance  as irrelevant. Once that logic is accepted, three further steps become thinkable: (1) If past consent can override present refusal, then present refusal is no longer ethically decisive. (2) If present refusal can be dismissed as “confused”, then clinicians become the arbiters of which refusals count. (3) If clinicians can decide which refusals count, then they can also decide when consent is “implied,” “assumed,” or “inferred.” . At the moment the third step above has not been taken by the Dutch and there are still safeguards, albeit weakened.  

This is how a system could drift from “voluntary” to “clinician‑interpreted” to “clinician‑decided.” It doesn’t require malice. It requires only a series of small, well‑intentioned decisions that gradually shift the centre of moral authority away from the person and toward the system. I think we should take this danger as a very real consequence of the moral logic. 

The lesson is that once a society (not the individual themselves) accepts that some lives are better ended, the justification can expand faster than anyone expects.

Across the Bar: The Great Union Inn












Across the Bar: Allie Machon At The Great Union Hotel
Jersey Topic, 1967

“Mind your own business," she said. Hardly the most encouraging way to start an interview i thought. And just to get the message through she said it again.

Then laughing, she added: “No, you don‘t understand. I'm not being rude or anything. But it‘s a form of greeting we have been using here for years.“

“Oh, that's different." I said and we settled down to business:

“There‘s not much to tell really. I just moved in here with the furniture and been here ever since," said the twinkling-eyed manageress of the Great Union Hotel, Mrs. Allie Machon.

It was 46 years ago when Allie left St. Paul‘s Girls‘ School to join her mother and uncle behind the bar at one of Jersey's few remaining free houses.

All this was very new to Allie and her mother, but uncle was experienced and full of ideas. His best came a few years later when his old friend Dick Turpin and the Chipmuckers - the dominoes team - decided to form the ‘Mind Your Own Business' Club.

The success of MYOB was even greater than their expectations and they never ceased to be amazed by the number of people who rushed to the Great Union just to be given a rude answer. But they all loved it and stayed.

Which is just what the club wanted. Funds grew and children were taken on several outings to picnics, pantomimes and sporting events every year. And in the evening their regulars would be taken on a grand pub tour.

“Oh, you’ve never seen anything like it,” says Allie, “And the initiation ceremony into MYOB was hilarious. Everyone would form a crocodile with the new member leading it. The room would be cleared and everyone would troop round singing, ‘I like to walk behind a man who smokes a big cigar.’ Nobody knew why we chanted this, it was just good fun."

"Perhaps a lot of people. especially outsiders, thought it was all very silly. But the work MYOB did for everyone was marvellous. And it’s very sad that interest in the club has now nearly all gone.

“But you can’t expect these things to last for ever." she said glancing at the rows of cups, trophies and shields that fill the public bar. “All these cups were part of the club once. We didn't play other pubs for them but kept them between ourselves.”

“We played darts, dominoes and cards against each other, and if you won a championship your name would be engraved on one of the trophies.”

When her uncle died she and her mother found themselves faced with the task of running the pub: “Mother stood no nonsense from the word go. She ran the place with an iron hand but soft heart and we had no trouble at all.”

“If there was even the slightest hint of trouble, she would open the door and say just one word -'out' - and they went.” Allie finally took over running the hotel by herself three years ago when her mother retired: “It was the obvious step and I don’t think I could have taken it if it meant just working on the bar. But luckily this is an hotel as well and I’ve really enjoyed myself looking after the visitors. But if I had my life to live all over again, I wouldn’t take on this work—you see I‘ve had no home life at all.”