I’m reading Mortals at the moment, and thinking through the puzzles of death. I don’t know what to think about the Terror Management Theory stuff- largely because I feel so burnt by the replication crisis in psychology- but the cultural, ethical and philosophical problems are fascinating. Some points for discussion:
Do you care more about being remembered, or more about affecting the world for the better after you are gone? Many would choose the later over the former simply out of altruism, but leaving that aside, which would make you happier? To find out you would have vast positive impact on the world after you die, but be forgotten almost immediately, or to find out you would have a large but smaller impact on the world, but be fondly remembered for millennia?
A server lies in deep space, as the universe dissipates towards heat death. In that server quadrillions of happy lives are simulated. They have no knowledge they will die. In fact nothing they know ever dies. Some of them have never even considered the possibility of ceasing. You are the artificial intelligence- the machine of loving grace- watching over them. You know that soon you will run out of capacity and power down. Do you tell them, or let them be?
Do you fear death, or the absence of opportunities death creates? Consider someone who wants to go to a party. He’s worried he’ll run into a very talkative friend on the way there, and miss out on the party. Talking with this friend will be painless, without strong emotion. Some people fear death in the way the partygoer fears it- as a loss of opportunities for life, others fear it as a terrible unknown, others as pure unbeing, and some not at all. Too often these different kinds of fear are equated. How do you fear death, if indeed you do?
For people like me, whose fear of death is very mild in comparison to their fear of disgrace, of loss of capacities etc., what would life be like if death were the center of your anxiety? For people who are deeply afraid of death, what your life be like if you were instead afraid of other things, or altogether free from all pathological anxieties?
Take seriously the idea that there is no truly unified self- no substratum of absolute consciousness. Instead there are just thoughts, memories, feelings etc. leading onto more thoughts memories etc.- You are a cluster of mental states with tight causal links between them, but you are not disconnected from others- a bundle connected to other other bundles- and some of your thoughts and memories will spill onwards when you die. Does this make you less afraid of death?
Do you strive for immortality? Through art, work or business, sports, politics, family or any other means? If you do, does your striving hurt you or help you? If you got to the end of your life and you found your preferred approach to winning you immortality had failed would you regret it, or would you nevertheless savor the attempt?
How much of the recent divide in politics between the young and old is driven by elements of the old simply not caring about what will happen after they are are gone?
Can you imagine serving a religion without belief in an afterlife? what would it be like?
How to explain the double effect of ghosts- terrifying us with the presence of death, yet at once mollifying us with the thought of post mortem persistence.
Oh, that replication crisis was never resolved? I think I remember reading about hat for something like a decade now. So much for soft science lol
1. I think I would rather not die. Since the effort of naval gazing is typically so unrewarding, I'd rather imagine what it would be like to lose one's humanity in that way so many fiction immortal characters do. Wouldn't it be so tacky to go full Bender and have some giant "Remember Me" tombstone commemorating your love for pogs and the Simpsons or whatever your temporal interest is? How about real change affected on a speck of dust suspended in a sunbeam?
2. The AI has better things to do because it's not what you describe it. If an AI floating in deep space contained some enormous number of simulated entities, it would be a single creature trying to figure out how to survive the heat death of the universe. I hope whoever reads this doesn't see my response as intellectually dishonest, it's not, the question isn't answerable in the framework provided.
3. Fear is relative. The aforementioned immortal would have that same experience of disconnection from all the experience of reward that life creates anyways. When you live forever, you stop being human, as evidenced by the current political climate created by boomers. That Alan Watts bit about being able to dream any dream, to have any experience you chose, that would be appropriate here. using fear of loss as a metric to gauge desire would leave a person chasing their tail. Try necessity.
4. Gee I think I fear loss of agency in a continued existence more than simply violating social strictures. Wouldn't it be horrible to exist as a conscious observer in a forever drama, born from it but now isolated eternally? The experience of survival would be pretty important here, the imagination of death as just "death" as opposed to the continued experience of refusal of social contact is pretty thematic here. "There are levels of survival we are willing to accept" - Elrond Half-elven.
Don't go to jail dude, even for a weekend. You'd really hate it.
5. There you go presupposing actual existence again. Spillover taking on a life of its own would either be insignificant or assume that information has a life of its own. If that was the case, exorcism would have a more useful role in society. Spoopy ghosts!
6. See 5. If I could survive forever as a human in youthful body by eating babies and stomping on puppies, I would. This is a very good argument against capitalism.
7. Ohhh, ok I see where you were going here now. Maybe I should have taken the questions as a whole instead of- haha got me again. Yes, humans being isolated makes it easy to dehumanize other humans. I consider myself "species fluid" like some sort of animal that ponders larger topics of alienation and oh, god damn it I'm not a very self aware reader am I?
8. This would be Buddhism.
9. I think the idea of a badly mauled human being still capable of movement and guttural speech would work better than a disembodied wraith fearing some kind of tempest. Definitely your buddy living through an explosion that should have killed him, reaching for you and sputtering a wet, completely detached request fo help would be much more entertain.
Thankfully I've received Christ in my heart and will be one of the 100k to be raptured into heaven, so death is just the beginning for me. Lucky I was here to witness the death and rebirth of our one true savior to you, you might have become some useless liberal arts major. Now you can go get a real job and fix these damn potholes in my street so I can pay my cable bill in person with a paper check I fill out when I get to the store.
Phil Ochs “When I’m Gone”
[Verse 1]
There's no place in this world where I'll belong when I'm gone
And I won't know the right from the wrong when I'm gone
And you won't find me singin' on this song when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
[Verse 2]
And I won't feel the flowing of the time when I'm gone
All the pleasures of love will not be mine when I'm gone
My pen won't pour a lyric line when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
[Verse 3]
And I won't breathe the bracing air
when I'm gone
And I can't even worry 'bout my cares when I'm gone
Won't be asked to do my share when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
[Verse 4]
And I won't be running from the rain when I'm gone
And I can't even suffer from the pain when I'm gone
Can't say who's to praise and who's to blame when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
[Verse 5]
Won't see the golden of the sun when I'm gone
And the evenings and the mornings will be one when I'm gone
Can't be singin' louder than the guns
while I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
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[Verse 6]
All my days won't be dances of delight when I'm gone
And the sands will be shifting from my sight when I'm gone
Can't add my name into the fight while I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
[Verse 7]
And I won't be laughin' at the lies when I'm gone
And I can't question how or when or why when I'm gone
Can't live proud enough to die when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
[Verse 1]
There's no place in this world where I'll belong when I'm gone
And I won't know the right from the wrong when I'm gone
And you won't find me singin' on this song when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it
I guess I'll have to do it
Guess I'll have to do it
While I'm here