In this essay, I will whip around various little bits of my worldview which is still evolving, subject to change and might just be downright stupid. Let’s start.
Nihil Superum
A nice phrase I came across in Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality, a Harry Potter fan-fic by Eliezer Yudkowsky (lesswrong.com). Translated in the book as “nothing above”. Fits quite well into my way of life.
In the context of the book, it is talking about a hero’s way of life, and how he has nothing above. There could be two interpretations, one being “nothing superior”, in the sense there is none better than the hero, or in the sense there is “none above the hero, whom he must answer to”. I like the second one more. The first one seems a little rat-racy. Also, given the emphasis on science and rationality in the book, I suppose it fits too. “There is none above (in the heavens) that one must answer to”.
May be bleak, but hey, it’s probably true. There probably is nothing above. It is what I choose to believe in. I believe there is nothing above, there is nothing beyond, this short life is all you have and this short time on earth is all you get. This is “the IT”.
What does that mean for the universe and all this *gestures vaguely at the entirety of existence*? I really have no idea. Is there a God? Maybe, I really don’t know. If there is, does God follow me around, keep track of everything I do (or have some equivalent bureaucratic structure in place that does so) and then reward or punish me for what I manage to make of my life? Highly unlikely. Given how much said God would have to deal with, it seems incredibly unlikely that that would be even the meanest subtask on the omniscient todo list.
Summarizing, if a higher power existed, would I be answerable to said power? Unlikely, since the scope of this power would be so immense that this power won’t really bother with questioning me. To assume that the creator of all creation has somehow attached enough significance to you to allocate personal attention to everything you have ever done seems like a gross overstatement of your significance in the context of all creation.
There’s a good line in House, the TV series starring Hugh Laurie, where his character Gregory House says “Personally, I choose to believe that the white-light people sometimes see, visions this patient saw… I find it more comforting to believe that all this isn’t simply a test.” That was the primary trigger that started churning all this in my head by the way. That’s what pushed me to put pen to paper, or rather put finger to keyboard. Getting back on topic, I hate tests. That’s why, while I like The Good Place, I do dislike that points system based on which you go to heaven or hell.
Encapsulating in a nutshell (how does the exact same meaning sound so different and weird?), I believe that this life is it, and it’s all you get. If you’re good in this one, you’re good. Else you aren’t and you may go down as a bad person, but you won’t be rewarded (or penalised) for whatever you manage to do in this lifetime. There is, in my opinion, no consequence of being a good (or not) person beyond this life.
That has several resounding impacts, if you come to terms with it. One is, there is no ‘sow now and reap the rewards later’ scheme in life. You can be ‘virtuous’ and forgo all the fun parts, hoping for a heaven where you live out all your wildest fantasies, but that’s most probably not happening. If you wanna be virtuous, be so for the sake of it, not because you’ll get cake later. You probably won’t. At the same time, don’t stop doing bad stuff just because you’re afraid you’re gonna be tossed into a pot of oil by a red dude with a stick. You shouldn’t do bad stuff because it’s bad. ‘The cake is a lie.’ That’s what I think.
Another bit that follows is that given this is “the IT”, the cake doesn’t come later, you owe yourself all the cake. You don’t get another shot at cake. Or cookies, or whatever it is that pushes your buttons. There won’t be any buttons to push, in a very short while. Within the confines of this very short, limited, sometimes downright kneecapped existence, you have to find everything you can. You have to get all the cake you can get your hands on (the cake is a metaphor, just in case. I’m not advocating binging on cake, but you do you, should you wish to.)
Few days ago, I was telling a friend to go forth and have fun, and managed to put the thought across with surprising clarity. “The worst that could happen is you might die, and that’s inevitable. Might as well go forth and carpe that diem.” I’m not advocating trying frequent near death experiences. I’m saying that your clock will run out, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after. Don’t wait. Not for any sensible reason like the thing needs to be done. Do it cause this short collection of days is all you get. It’s not a lot, in the grand scheme of things. It’s not a lot even as a standalone concept, without any scheme to set it in.
“In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.” And that’s all there is to it. In a fairly short while, dust is all that will be left. Use the non-dustiness while you can, because that’s all you’ll be after, a little puff of dust being blown along by the wind.
Just in case, the name for this piece was originally the Nihilist Manifesto. But I am not a nihilist, I don’t believe this life and indeed everything is meaningless. It matters very strongly, at least to me, that I am living this little life. This little life is all you have, to find, to create and to understand whatever meaning you can.
In fact, my worldview doesn’t align with pure existentialism. Googling existentialism yields “a philosophical theory or approach which emphasizes the existence of the individual person as a free and responsible agent determining their own development through acts of the will.” I do agree that individualism is important and one’s existence and experiences are very important, but that’s not the emphasis for me. I want to focus on the existence in existentialism.
There’s that terrifying monologue by Morty in season one, episode eight. “Nobody exists on purpose. Nobody belongs anywhere. Everybody’s gonna die.” All of that is true. Nobody asked to be born. Nobody signed up for this life. And guess what’s the only given, the only constant in this experience? It’s gonna end. We’re all gonna die, for sure. Does that make the experience worse? Does it make it any better? I really don’t know. But it does not diminish the importance of life, that’s for sure. Incidentally the next line of the monologue is “Come watch TV?”
You do matter, tremendously so. So do I, and so does everyone else. If nothing else, you’re you, you’re the one living this life and touching so many others. You’re the universe experiencing itself, and you deserve an amazing ride.
Cheers, may it be the ride of a lifetime.
“I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on the tombstone from the beginning… to the end.
The Dash, Linda Ellis
He noted that first came the date of birth and spoke of the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.”