There's a word for people like you...
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elfsDeath is a tragedy.
It is meaningless, unjust, and abhorrent beyond words. Religions concoct elaborate lies about it in the hopes of appeasing our fear of it. Even secular authors, as unable to do anything about it as the religious types, crafted sophisticated tales about how sick and wrong immortality would really be, about how horrible and terrible a truly long and successful life would be. All deaths are "untimely." Death does not give meaning to life; insted, the living give a meaning to death by stealing that significance away from those who truly deserve it, who can appreciate and return it: the living.
The same thing is true of disease and deformity. When some reporter says, "Little Billy's strength in dealing with his missing limbs teaches us all about humanity," I'd gladly give up the lesson in a heartbeat so Billy could walk-- and y'know something, I bet so would Billy. Such condescension, such sophistry, ignores the real pain at the heart of his story. If want to find a hero, go look at Christopher Reeves, who outraged many in the "disabled" community by publicly admitting he would do anything and pay anything to get out of his wheelchair.
The majority of people in this world, when they think of death at all, expect it to be inevitable, the outcome of a "natural span of years" that has been climbing steadily for over a century. While nobody in their right mind would want to roll back that success, very few think that a sudden, sharp increment in lifespan-- four centuries, five centuries, millennia-- is possible. When confronted with the question, the response is usually an ironic "It would be nice, but..."
Some of us, though, see through the lies and the sophistry. We have no intention of handing ourselves over to "our biological destiny" when it comes to death. Most people do: they get immunized, see a doctor when they're in pain, resist the biological world pressing in on them from all sides. But for some of us, that's not enough: we want medicine and science to do more than hold back biology for "a little longer"; we want that "biological destiny" held off for as long as we want. We want those centuries, those millenia. We are far too interested in a future we know will be exciting and wonderful, just as all futures have always been expected to be exciting and wonderful (and usually were, although in unexpected ways), to be satisfied with a "natural span of days."
"Transhumanists," "Extropians," "Posthumanists," "New Prometheans" are some of the names those of us who are actively interested in seeing the End of Death. Oh, sure, someday the stars will go out but, y'know, with enough time and enough thought, maybe even that could be overcome. Give us a chance. There is no harm in trying.
But thousands of years of "justifying" and "accepting" what has always been, up to this point, inevitable, doesn't disappear overnight. Remember, the very notion that immortality is a reasonable thing to contemplate is very new in human history, an accident of history no older than Darwin. On the other hand, the justification and acceptance of death has thousands of years of literature and tradition behind it. Nobody gives up thousands of years of tradition willingly.
The New Atlantis is the outlet to watch if you want to read these enemies of the future at work. Names you've never heard of, such as Percy Walker, or Leon Kass, the intellectual engines at the heart of this pro-death movement, who view death as "making room for renewal," as if we, the living, cannot renew ourselves, and their mouthpieces, such as Peter Lawler and Eric Cohen. The New Atlantis is absolutely Second Tier in the media, only one step away from those doing the hard thinking at the core of the issue. By the time it gets through academia, print media, and television/radio (the third, fourth, and fifth tiers of intelligensia), it's been boiled down to sound bites: "Medical blessings perverted into a false expectation of endless life."
But it's not an expectation, it's a hope. It's a worthy goal. It means replacing these frail bodies that suffer and disease and die with ones made of stronger stuff-- perhaps merely better and more resilient, more renewable flesh and blood, perhaps something else, perhaps a combination. The difference between angioplasty which lengthens life and telemerase renewal which potentially can lengthen life is a difference that makes no difference, except to the Mortalists.
And they have a word for us, now. We have called them the "Pro Death" camp, the "Mortalist" camp, as a form of perjury. Some of them have even taken to using "Mortalist" proudly.
They call us "The Extinctionists." If we change humanity, they say, then there will be no humanity: humanity, with all of its troubles and woe, will be extinct.
Well, fine. I have no problem with that label.
Remember, though, when people like Lawler write:
It is meaningless, unjust, and abhorrent beyond words. Religions concoct elaborate lies about it in the hopes of appeasing our fear of it. Even secular authors, as unable to do anything about it as the religious types, crafted sophisticated tales about how sick and wrong immortality would really be, about how horrible and terrible a truly long and successful life would be. All deaths are "untimely." Death does not give meaning to life; insted, the living give a meaning to death by stealing that significance away from those who truly deserve it, who can appreciate and return it: the living.
The same thing is true of disease and deformity. When some reporter says, "Little Billy's strength in dealing with his missing limbs teaches us all about humanity," I'd gladly give up the lesson in a heartbeat so Billy could walk-- and y'know something, I bet so would Billy. Such condescension, such sophistry, ignores the real pain at the heart of his story. If want to find a hero, go look at Christopher Reeves, who outraged many in the "disabled" community by publicly admitting he would do anything and pay anything to get out of his wheelchair.
The majority of people in this world, when they think of death at all, expect it to be inevitable, the outcome of a "natural span of years" that has been climbing steadily for over a century. While nobody in their right mind would want to roll back that success, very few think that a sudden, sharp increment in lifespan-- four centuries, five centuries, millennia-- is possible. When confronted with the question, the response is usually an ironic "It would be nice, but..."
Some of us, though, see through the lies and the sophistry. We have no intention of handing ourselves over to "our biological destiny" when it comes to death. Most people do: they get immunized, see a doctor when they're in pain, resist the biological world pressing in on them from all sides. But for some of us, that's not enough: we want medicine and science to do more than hold back biology for "a little longer"; we want that "biological destiny" held off for as long as we want. We want those centuries, those millenia. We are far too interested in a future we know will be exciting and wonderful, just as all futures have always been expected to be exciting and wonderful (and usually were, although in unexpected ways), to be satisfied with a "natural span of days."
"Transhumanists," "Extropians," "Posthumanists," "New Prometheans" are some of the names those of us who are actively interested in seeing the End of Death. Oh, sure, someday the stars will go out but, y'know, with enough time and enough thought, maybe even that could be overcome. Give us a chance. There is no harm in trying.
But thousands of years of "justifying" and "accepting" what has always been, up to this point, inevitable, doesn't disappear overnight. Remember, the very notion that immortality is a reasonable thing to contemplate is very new in human history, an accident of history no older than Darwin. On the other hand, the justification and acceptance of death has thousands of years of literature and tradition behind it. Nobody gives up thousands of years of tradition willingly.
The New Atlantis is the outlet to watch if you want to read these enemies of the future at work. Names you've never heard of, such as Percy Walker, or Leon Kass, the intellectual engines at the heart of this pro-death movement, who view death as "making room for renewal," as if we, the living, cannot renew ourselves, and their mouthpieces, such as Peter Lawler and Eric Cohen. The New Atlantis is absolutely Second Tier in the media, only one step away from those doing the hard thinking at the core of the issue. By the time it gets through academia, print media, and television/radio (the third, fourth, and fifth tiers of intelligensia), it's been boiled down to sound bites: "Medical blessings perverted into a false expectation of endless life."
But it's not an expectation, it's a hope. It's a worthy goal. It means replacing these frail bodies that suffer and disease and die with ones made of stronger stuff-- perhaps merely better and more resilient, more renewable flesh and blood, perhaps something else, perhaps a combination. The difference between angioplasty which lengthens life and telemerase renewal which potentially can lengthen life is a difference that makes no difference, except to the Mortalists.
And they have a word for us, now. We have called them the "Pro Death" camp, the "Mortalist" camp, as a form of perjury. Some of them have even taken to using "Mortalist" proudly.
They call us "The Extinctionists." If we change humanity, they say, then there will be no humanity: humanity, with all of its troubles and woe, will be extinct.
Well, fine. I have no problem with that label.
Remember, though, when people like Lawler write:
While pagan philosophers like Aristotle think that human beings as mortal animals can be happy, Augustine insists that human beings can never truly be happy as long as they are mortal, because their deepest natural desires can only be satisfied through an immortal union with the creator.What he really means is dead.
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Date: 2003-05-10 02:41 pm (UTC)I have an interesting perspective on death, being suicidal my whole life.
On one hand, I am pro-immortality. I have an extreme desire to have more time to do all the things I want to, there is *NEVER* enough time... This is provided that the timeline would be fully extended, not just another 40-100 years of being "old". That we work to make our bodies better in all facets...
And on the other hand, I am pro-choice, in EVERYTHING. I am pro-euthanasia, pro-abortion if it is the persons choice, anything that involves a major life and/or death decision should be up to the individual in my not so humble opinion. Granted, the person has to live with their choice and make it intelligently, but that should be a given. This also goes hand in hand with suicide for me, I fully believe that death is an end to everything. An end to both the pain and the joy. I believe that sometimes the ending is better than just surviving a few more years. It is the person's decision to make to end it if they so choose and others should respect their decision.
This probably makes me an extremist, but everyone has their own views, I don't expect anyone to believe what I do, or try and convert anyone to my beliefs. ^_^
I won't even go into the "moral conflicts" that go along with this discussion, but I definitely agree with Elf, I can't see having more time be a bad thing. Why is the human race so against bettering ourselves? Is it just tradition? Or the fear of the unknown? Gets me thinking. :)
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Date: 2005-10-12 03:20 pm (UTC)It will take a few decades to select implement neurosurgical modifications, the kind that result in a stable, sane, productive and likeable member of society. In other words, no reason to even contemplate suicide.
Likewise, whereas stuff like abortion is required to allieviate unacceptable human suffering right now (...) it should be necessary to abort anyone, or make a woman go through that, in a few decades time. I can't wait to become a woman one day. I can't wait to have my first child grown in a cubicle (NO organic pregancy please!), perfectly healthy, with some cat genes spliced in.