Final Hour

The brute reality of a woman’s biology displaces me from ultimate considerations where her right to choose an abortion is the subject. I am not a woman, and even if a woman is not in herself a womb, I am not a woman and thus do not have a womb and thus cannot bear children and thus will never have the dilemma of abortion before me. A woman is what she is, irrespective of where she is, when she is, who she is, what class or religion or profession she belongs to; she is a woman and more than this, she just is. Woman is woman not man, obviously enough; yet the distinctions of biology do not countermand her equality in humanity. I am not herein referring to mandates of civil human discourse, but to decisions made in the final hour, and every decision to have or not to have an abortion is one made in the final hour.