But is it worth dying over?

Yes, yes it is. Nothing is better than a good death; if there’s only one thing in life we can control, it’s how we die, or at least how we react to death, and our inevitable doom. Crazy Horse knew this better than most, when he uttered his famous “It is a good day to die” speech.

We are facing a crisis in our time unlike any other, where dying over living is arguably becoming, or at least ought to be becoming, an acceptable choice. Live life now while it’s going at least somewhat okay, when times are tough and unending, I will not fault you for wanting and choosing a way out.

People think that life is something that is cherished, but is it really? I don’t think so, nothing is sacred, to me at least anyways. There is a good essay on this subject called “Let Me Die”  by Narcissa Black, I recommend checking it out.

We are facing a time where immortality is within our reach, but as the Lenape reacted when first hearing about the immortality offered by the Christian Heaven, “who wants to live forever?” Eventually you’ll grow so bored with life you may just want out, sheer boredom will do that for you.

The ultimate unknown is what happens after death, so why fear it? It’s inevitable anyways, might as well make peace with the Grim Reaper now while you can, we only have one life anyways. Do what you can now, damn the consequences. Carpe diem.

Ultimate Authority

I was told by my neurologist if I “had thoughts or feelings of hurting oneself or others to go to the emergency room immediately,” that was during a period of time I was considering ending my life. Life just wasn’t worth living. Only now do I realize the meaning of his words. I don’t think even he understood the full implication of what he said.

The state has the power to effectively imprison you for wanting out, it is the ultimate coercive power, the state decides when you die, you don’t even have control over your own life or death, the state does. It can decide when, and if, to put you down, but Christ forbid that someone try to appropriate that power from the state, to achieve the ultimate bodily autonomy.

Throwing you inside a psychiatric ward just for wanting out, it is the ultimate coercive power, the ultimate example of the unjust authority the state wields. It can decide when you die, how you die, but you can’t. It is illegal for you to take your own life, but not for the state, for whom nothing is illegal, since it makes and enforces the law.

Call it authoritarian, call it justified, whatever, don’t try to convince me of your moralistic hogwash, with your fallacious appeals to emotion. I am not swayed, I am only swayed by cold, hard fact, and the fact of the matter is is that the state’s ability to decide whether you live or die is the ultimate example of authoritarianism there is to be found.

I can be involuntarily committed to a psych ward for wanting out, the difference between being “lawfully” held captive and being “unlawfully” held captive is arbitrary, “unlawfully” holding someone captive deprives the state of the ability to “lawfully” hold someone captive. What is the difference? I am still in chains, it doesn’t matter to me whether my captors are acting within the purview of the law or not, they are my oppressors.

Tell me something, muse, why does the state get an exemption from criminality, but the people do not? Is the state above the law? “Nobody is above the law,” the liberal says. I say bollocks, someone has to enforce the law, and in order to enforce the law you have to be above it.

Liberalism is intellectually dishonest, inconsistent. Statist libertarianism is intellectually dishonest, inconsistent. Fascism of all things is more honest than liberalism, for at least the fascist will be plain with you what he wants, he doesn’t hold any pretenses to the contrary.

The liberal does, however, for they believe it to be “for your own good,” but does my “own good” entail being held captive, imprisoned, for wanting to take control over my own life? Foucault was right.

Consciousness and Death

Death is a complicated, and disconcerting, thing that we must all eventually face in the end. After all, there is no escaping from the Grim Reaper, merely delaying his arrival. However, what if there is some way that death isn’t…… permanent? In today’s entry we’ll be discussing what death really entails for consciousness and the loss thereof.

When people often talk about “death” they often speak of an “eternal oblivion,” but such speak implies that there is an objective you to experience that eternal oblivion, when we all know that the very word “death” implies the cessation of existence, of nonbeing; nothing can experience the state of not existing because you don’t exist, it’s not a state you are in. This ties back into my earlier forays into discussing antinatalism wherein I explained how some of the arguments for antinatalism are flawed because they presuppose an objective you existing to experience nonexistence, see those other posts for more detail, linked above.

Death is more akin to a mere interruption in consciousness, a bit like sleep really, except that in the traditional naturalistic view of death you don’t wake up. However, with recent advancements in our understanding of nature, as well as technological advancements in the near future that could theoretically enable you to emulate entire human minds, that might not necessarily be the case.

Even if we don’t find a way to emulate entire human minds on computers there always exists the possibility of a Boltzmann brain, which is essentially a thought experiment revolving around how the universe we live in isn’t as chaotic as thermodynamics says it should be, and how the possibility of a single consciousness, or “brain,” arising from random quantum flunctuations is more plausible than the current phase of the universe we find ourselves in, which itself spends most of eternity in a state of thermal equilibrium. If true, this thought experiment holds enormous consequences, but that’s a topic for another time entirely.

It’s entirely plausible, indeed even probable, that over a long enough period of time something with the same memories and thoughts and feelings as you have will arise out of mere random quantum flunctuations, this being a Boltzmann brain, and without delving into the “swamp man” thought experiment of the late and great American philosopher Donald Davidson, is you for all intents and purposes, and henceforth you’d “wake up” from the incredibly long slumber that is death.

Hence, even if it takes a really long time to “wake up,” not even the grim reaper himself can hold on to you forever. So if the inevitable prospect of death frightens you, think of the bright side, for you will wake up eventually, even if it takes a long-ass time to do so.

 

A Purposeless Universe

It should go without saying that our universe has no intent, if such a vast universe were made solely for us, a meek species of ape that can only inhabit a small portion of the surface of one average planet, in one average solar system, in an average, minor even, arm of an unextraordinary galaxy that is merely one out of hundreds of billions of galaxies in our own universe alone, why is it that the vast majority of that universe is deadly, far and wide, to humanity. Indeed, the universe is trying to kill us every day. To think that we are special, that this universe was made just for us, is absurd, and it is not only absurd, but arrogant and foolish as well.

One could accuse me of being a nihilist, but I am merely stating objective reality, and if one were to continue reading further, you will see that is not the case at all. Just because the universe is without purpose doesn’t mean you, the reader, are without purpose, or I, the author, am without purpose. It would be absurd to say otherwise. But we weren’t “created” with any divine plan in mind, the fact that we exist at all is statistically unlikely, the result of a chance encounter between one sperm and one egg, which itself is the result of a chance encounter between one man and one woman. Your parents. If one were to roll back the clock, would your parents still get together and have sex on that particular night that that particular sperm and egg happened to combine? I don’t know, but I don’t think the universe is deterministic, so if I were a betting man, I would bet that the probability of that chance encounter happening again would be effectively nil.

But what does give us purpose, then, if no one intended for us to even exist? Well, you see, the answer is simple. We ourselves give our lives whatever purpose we desire within our own limited time here on Earth. So don’t lament that fact, embrace it instead. You can be out there, creating a legacy that will far outlast your death, if you only cared enough. We ourselves determine if we will be remembered or not by future generations based off of our actions, and in that respect, only we can give ourselves purpose.