‘Ah,’ he mused, his amber eyes glittering in the same wry smile. ‘Well, I must tell you that it
‘Yeah, well, it’s the unlawful taking of a life.’
‘By whose law?’
‘Society’s law. The law of the land,’ I offered, sensing that the philosophical ground was slipping away beneath me.
‘Who makes this law?’ he asked gently.
‘Politicians pass laws. Criminal laws are inherited from… from civilisation. The laws against unlawful killing go all the way back-maybe all the way back to the cave.’
‘And why was killing wrong for
‘You mean… well, I’d say, because there’s only one life. You only get one shot at it, and to take it away is a terrible thing.’
‘A lightning storm is a terrible thing. Does that make it wrong, or evil?’
‘No, of course not,’ I replied more irritably. ‘Look, I don’t know why we
‘Yes,’ he said patiently. ‘But
‘It just
‘This is the point we all reach,’ Khader concluded, more serious in his tone. He put his hand on my wrist as it rested on the arm of my chair beside him, and he tapped out the important points with his fingers. ‘If you ask people why killing, or any other crime, is wrong, they will tell you that it is against the law, or that the Bible, or the Upanishads, or the Koran, or the Buddha’s eight-fold path, or their parents, or some other authority tells them it is wrong. But they don’t know
‘In order to know about any act or intention or consequence, we must first ask two questions. One, what would happen if
He paused as a servant entered with Nazeer. The servant brought sweet, black suleimani chai, in long glasses, and a variety of irresistible sweets on a silver tray. Nazeer brought a questioning glance for Khaderbhai and a scowl of unmitigated contempt for me. Khader thanked him and the servant, and they left us alone once more.
‘In the case of killing,’ Khader continued, after he’d sipped the tea through a cube of white sugar. ‘What would happen if
‘Obviously, if everyone killed people, we would wipe each other out. So… that
‘Yes. We human beings are the most complex arrangement of matter that we know of, but we are not the
‘Yeah. I get the point. If everyone was stealing off everyone else we’d be so paranoid, and we’d waste so much time and money on it, that it would slow us down, and we’d never get -’
‘To the ultimate complexity’ he completed the thought for me. ‘This is
‘It would help,’ I agreed, laughing from within the trap he’d set for me.
‘Yes. In fact, such universal love would greatly accelerate the move-ment toward God. Love is good. Friendship is good. Loyalty is good. Freedom is good. Honesty is good. We knew that these things were good before-we have always known this in our hearts, and all the great teachers have always told us this-but now, with this definition of good and evil, we can see
‘But sometimes…’ I protested, ‘you know, what about self-defence? What about killing to defend yourself?’
‘Yes, a good point, Lin. I want you to imagine a scene for me. You are standing in a room with a desk in front of you. On the other side of the room is your mother. A vicious man holds a knife to the throat of your mother. The man will kill your mother. On the table in front of you there is a button. If you press it, the man will die. If you do not, he will kill your mother. These are the only possible outcomes. If you do nothing, your mother dies. If you press the button, the man dies and your mother is saved. What would you do?’