Proof that the pro-death cultists are primarily motivated by envy of God. “Autonomy”, “Freedom”, “In control”, etc are the key words.
“I own myself so I can do whatever I want; I serve no one, I am God to myself” etc.
Of course, this also includes being “God” over others so it’s okay to kill them, too. Playing God always leads to kiling other people.
I must post here this wonderful excerpt from “The ScrewTape Letters” by CS Lewis. Remember this is a fantasy letter between two demons trying to destroy a Christian.
“We produce this sense of ownership not only by pride but by confusion. We teach them not to notice the different senses of the possessive pronounthe finely graded differences that run from “my boots” through “my dog”, “my servant”, “my wife”, “my father”, “my master” and “my country”, to “my God”. “
“They can be taught to reduce all these senses to that of “my boots”, the “my” of ownership. Even in the nursery a child can be taught to mean by “my Teddy-bear” not the old imagined recipient of affection to whom it stands in a special relation (for that is what the Enemy will teach them to mean if we are not careful) but “the bear I can pull to pieces if I like”. And at the other end of the scale, we have taught men to say “My God” in a sense not really very different from “My boots”, meaning “The God on whom I have a claim for my distinguished services and whom I exploit from the pulpitthe God I have done a corner in”.
“And all the time the joke is that the word “Mine” in its fully possessive sense CANNOT be uttered by a human being about ANYTHING. In he long run either Our Father or the Enemy will say “Mine” of each thing that exists, and specially of each man. They will find out in the end, never fear, to whom their time, their souls, and their bodies REALLY belongcertainly not to them, whatever happens. At present the Enemy (God) says “Mine” of everything on the pedantic, legalistic ground that He made it: Our Father (below) hopes in the end to say “Mine” of all things on the more realistic and dynamic ground of conquest,
Your affectionate uncle,
SCREWTAPE