If I had been her friend and around at the time, I would have discussed it with her but I would only have made a recommendation beyond that if needed because she lacked the mental capacity to do it herself.

On the face of the information you present and assuming that an abortion was a more healthy way to go than giving birth (goodness if the likelihood was that an abortion would have killed her and left all her other children uncared for, as I said we know so little, she might have been quite advanced in her pregnancy before she noticed f'rinstance) I would still be reluctant to advise an abortion, but very supportive should she suggest it. If I had to, I would. Mainly, I would be trying to ascertain what she wanted to do and whether it were sensible and possible.

I am assuming, because I am her friend that she is not some mad evil bitch with a cunning plan to spawn devils children who will rule the world, or at least murder me and my family in our beds at night, steal all our goods and chattels, and do unmentionable things to the pet dog.

If that were the case, I really don't think I would be talking to her. I consider it a waste of time to talk to mad evil bastards, don't you?

My Go analogy is not about some sort of one size fits all approach, let's leave that to the captains of consumerism, it is about the way we think.

Perhaps an example...let's go for the obvious. It took me an inordinately long time to get there, but the day I changed my answer to the question "Have I, as a premie followed 'Maharaji' well" from a no to a yes.

That brought up the next question. "Am I satisfied that 'Maharaji' and 'Knowledge' have delivered as promised" Interestingly, this was not a question that I had clearly and consciously framed before, somehow it was unquestionable, nonetheless by default I had nestled in there the answer yes which now flipped to a no.

What a lot of counters flipped. Not just one line either!!!

Grey to me is not a sign of acknowledgment of the complexities that make each situation and person unique, it is merely what the myriad of little black and whites look like from a distance.

It could just as easily mean a tangled mess as that 'well ordered mind' that wot's his name who mapped the stratas under ground said he was enjoying the pleasures of as a 'full-aged man'.