Or does it?
I know we were once nothing, but it is still terrifying and depressing to me to think about returning to this. In fact, as of late, I’ve been unable to not think about it: the loss of all experience and all memories of everything, forever. All the good times we had, and will have, with anyone or anything ever will totally annihilate into nothingness. All our efforts will amount to nothing because the thoughtless void is ultimately what awaits everything in the end.
The only argument against this would have to be supernatural, like another cause of the Big Bang or somehow proof of reincarnation, but if my consciousness won’t exist for me to experience it, then what does it matter either way?
There is no comfort in Hell, either. The anvil of death weighing down, infinitely, on all values and passions is becoming unbearable for me, so I could really use any potentially helpful thoughts about this matter.
The problem is that this doesn’t matter relative to the looming deadline of the eventual, permanent nonexistence of everything—not just your own short life—I mean the entire universe and your memory keepers; what does it matter if one is remembered fondly for a brief few decades or even centuries or millennia versus timelessness? I don’t think many people understand just how vast infinity really is. You can tell yourself that your life choices matter, but that’s not the truth, given how everything goes to basically science’s version of Sheol/the OT “grave.” For them, there was no out; that was it.
It may sound cold, but what would it matter to research our ancestors’ struggles, hopes, dreams, and experiences? Struggle itself will cease to matter—collectively for everyone/everything—as well as everything else we’ve mentioned. It would sure be nice, even great, if it mattered, but I can’t see how any particular value can be objectively derived from anything given the vast entropy that awaits all things, including the permanent death of knowledge itself. Our own discussion here will crumble. It’s maddening that nothing will be untouched; nay, even nothing less than being completely obliterated. Therefore, any “well-living” of one’s life would simply be because one wants to do it, with no further basis other than just feeling good (from evolutionistic altruism or whatever provides the dopamine or serotonin, sure)—certainly not “morals,” which technically don’t exist and were just collectively agreed upon to sustain hive minds’ survival. And while I’m certainly not gonna suddenly go immoral…
That severely bothers me.
It’s not about importance to other people or beings; it’s just about our own continued experience of experience itself. If you won’t be there, why does what anything you struggle for matter? If you cause someone more pain… they’ll eventually just die anyway! If you fight to reduce waste and help other people reduce pain in their lives or others’… they’ll all just die anyway! “But for the span of their lives, they’ll have felt better/worse”—so what? There is no basis for any valuing of one way or another relative to the absolutely immense size of eternity that awaits after such a speck of < a century of some more/less suffering/enjoyment. Am I missing something here? Seriously, I hope I am, but this is all I can conclude.
I feel like the only consolation is that those in massive suffering (whether physical or otherwise) will eventually find “peace” through death, even though nothingness is technically not actual peace, either; the phrase, “lay to rest,” seems to ultimately be still more anthropomorphizing and feel-good comfort, to me anyway, for basically anyone who isn’t in the height of constant, unavoidable pain.
With that said (and I mentioned this in another comment elsewhere here), the ace in the hole that completely throws my argument for a loop is the potential development of anti-aging technology should we be able to get anything like it, thanks to all the billionaires striving for it these years. It really resonated with me when Seth McFarlane said in The Orville about whether one would choose to live forever or not: “I want to see what happens next.” If we can actually achieve that, then there’d be a better argument… in my understanding, anyway.
Not really; I just want permanence regardless, lol.
I don’t know if my input is wanted here but you should know everyone, everyone goes through this feeling at some point. We are so beautiful because we are so small and temporary.
One day the bones of the universe will crumple to nothingness in what we call heat death (we don’t know if this is accurate but the thought exercise is still valuable) and time itself will cease to have any real meaning. But you were real, you still happened, and nothing can change that. You’re beautiful because you’re a speck. If you’re ex-faithful you may have come to internalize that it’s by chance we exist at all (though I don’t know or want to tell you what to believe). It is by chance that an asteroid didn’t kill us in our pre-history like the dinosaurs. It is by chance that we developed cognizance and things like music and culture. It is by chance that the Cold War didn’t go hot and kill us all in the 80s. Every single day is a miracle. We are so gloriously, exultantly insignificant.
The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long.
It’s true, I had forgotten about Einstein’s saying, that we can treat nothing as a miracle or everything as miracles. Thanks for the reminder.
And dude, spoilers! I haven’t seen BR yet lol. Anyway, I do appreciate your thoughts.
It doesn’t. But I’m a cosmic nihilist, so the impermanence of everything we do doesn’t bother me. Whether it lasts forever does not change the present, and I will make this one life I know I have as good as I can, since I must experience it, and I will make others’ lives as good as I can, because it does not make me feel good to do otherwise. I have no control over death or its imminence, so what good does it do me to worry about it?
I’m sure a lot of people do, but it doesn’t exist, as you already pointed out. Even anti-aging medicine can’t stop the heat death of the universe. Trying to hold onto that wish won’t make it real, and it seems like all it’s doing is giving you anxiety. Dwelling on those things can feel like trying to solve a problem, but it’s one without a solution that only accomplishes frustration and worry.
Life is beautiful, is worth living in the present, because it’s fragile and rare. I have the unique opportunity to be the universe experiencing itself, and worrying about permanence won’t change that.