A few weeks ago I was in Salem, Massachusetts. It's a really nice town on the ocean with quaint red brick buildings and lots of trees. It's also full of shops selling jokey witch knick-knacks, cashing in on the Salem witch trials.
The witch trials were three hundred years ago, a mere instant in the cosmic timeline, and we're already over it. he murders and suffering that took place back then are forgotten in any context other than a purely academic one.
We also don't really care about the atrocities of World War One or prior wars. World War Two and the Vietnam war are both recent enough that we can still connect emotionally with them, but that probably won't be true a few generations from now.
In a way, the horrible things that humans have done to each other in the past don't really matter. They mattered a lot to those involved, both directly and tangentially, and some of them mattered to successive generations, but their importance has an expiration date.
If we look forward hundreds or thousands of years, we can imagine that even the most important events of our lives, both good and bad, will be forgotten. Any individual impact we have is likely to be diluted to nothing by that time.
The argument that nothing really matters is a fair one. Emotionally this doesn't feel true at all, but looking back historically and projecting forwards, it's not much of a logical leap to say that life is futile. Given enough time, whatever you and I do will be completely unimportant and forgotten.
Some people find this depressing and use it to justify doing nothing. What's the point, they ask? I think there's a different way to look at it, though. Life is pointless, but that's also a reason to do everything.
Over a long enough time horizon, failure looks just about the same as success. Either one is a speck so small that it can't be individually noticed. Remove failure and success, and the one thing left is this human experience. Even if there's no real point to this existence, it is a sublimely interesting and enjoyable thing to have. The awesomeness of the existence of consciousness is trumped only by the fact that we've each been lucky enough to experience it.
We get to be in this incredible universe for a very short time, and then it's over. Since it is the one concrete thing we have, why not make the most of it?
Making the most of life means different things to different people, which is sort of the point. None of it actually matters, so you may as well make the most of it in your own little way. My way of doing that is to try to experience and understand as much of life as possible, knowing that I'll only barely scratch the surface.
At the same time, I have a sense of reverence for the experience of others, and I hope that as I explore and seek to understand, I can help others get a little bit more out of their own lives. In my own strange way of thinking, the two best things I can do are good things and novel things. Good things make other people's experiences better, and novel things make my experience better while providing fuel for other good things I might do.
Is life futile? In the grand scheme of things, it is. That line of thinking can be used to discourage, or it can be used to motivate oneself to make the most of the brief existence we have. I think the latter is a better way to do it, but then again... it doesn't really matter in the long run.
Photo is some hieroglyphics from the Met in NYC. Ancient writing about something that was extremely important then, but irrelevant now.
Speaking of the Met, check out my friend Nick's new AWESOME museum tours: Museum Hack. His tours are completely responsible for me loving art.
I've always hated nihilism, mostly because if any of its adherents actually believed what they said, they would shuffle off this mortal coil without bothering to explain how pointless it was. It struck me as just the high-brow version of what we now call wangst.
I'm much more of a fan of the absurdist school, which accepts virtually everything the nihilist says about the fundamental pointlessness of everything and answers "Ain't that a kick in the ass?" Life isn't pointless, it's *absurd*. To assign meaning to anything is to delude yourself, so at least latch on to some happier delusions.
I spent my first forty years asking myself "What is the meaning of life?" It seems discordant to realize that there is no answer to the question, and it is in fact the wrong question. A much better question is "How do you find meaning in life?" The answer has both short-term and long-term horizons. For me it has brought my focus back to family (and selected friends) first, and has helped me place work, hobbies, and charity/volunteering in their proper slots.
Overeating, reading until I get to the end of the internet, and computer games are all my drugs of choice, and all feel futile on pretty much the same day. Less (or none) would be better.
On the other hand, my work projects, and time spent on my bicycle, or with my camera/processing photos, or working at the local bike kitchen fixing little kids' bikes all bring me lots of long-term satisfaction. In the long run, these are futile too, because people will eventually forget my photos, and the kids' bikes will all surely break again. However, in time spans ranging from days to decades these activities are all effective, helpful, and worthwhile.
I'm surprised you call this an "incredible universe." This universe is far from it; it created sentient life, which as you point out, suffers repeatedly. You talk about the "human experience" being "enjoyable" and how consciousness is "awesome." You need to understand a couple things: 1) while I sit hear enjoying the Internet or whatever it is I (or you) "enjoy" there are TONS of sentient organisms suffering at this very moment. How can I (or you) really enjoy what I'm doing knowing this? 2) the only joy we get is caused by the lessening of the deprivation all sentient life experiences; from birth, we are all in a constant state of need, and only when the need is fulfilled do we feel happy. So these good feelings are simply what we experience when we're relieved of the bad feelings, the needing, the wanting.
There's a guy who calls himself Inmendham on YouTube. He has a bunch of videos that break life down to the brutal core. Check them out for a better understanding.
Hey Tynan are you still registered with Alcor? Haven't seen you post about cryonics for ages, and it seems relevant to this subject.
Great article! I have often thought on this subject and have found that human life itself is not futile in the grand scheme of things i.e when you look at it from a scientific/natural point of view. Humans are like any other species on earth; we are on earth to serve a purpose, and the belief that we are all important, (or a mere nuisance) is a form of human arrogance- we believe we have all the answers yet we do not, and cannot. As individuals, our activities and achievements will be forgotten just like the efforts of the bird that gets eaten or the tree that withers and dies. It is up to us to give our lives meaning, for ourselves, while we are alive. www.frauwyler.blogspot.com
Brilliant post, Ty¡ I have often thought along these lines myself, and always come to the conclusion that life is a big adventure that needs to be lived to the maximum. We are, in a way, directing a movie of our own lives, and we had better make it as fun and interesting and valuable as possible - although it will all be forgotten in due time.
I like your points, but would add that for people who believe in an afterlife, eternal life, reincarnation, karma, etc., the things we do really do matter.
If our universe is more than materialistic then while the choices I make today may have little effect (if any) on the creatures living in our universe 1B years from now, they still have great affect on the quality of afterlife for the people in contact with me, therefore my actions and choices have deep meaning.
I love failure. When it occurs, I'm pretty indifferent to it, but as a concept I love it. Failure lets you know that you're doing something wrong. It shines a light on a personality trait that needs to be fixed,one that probably would go unchanged if it weren't for failure.
People who fail and get angry are missing the point. Failure is opportunity. It's like getting angry that your car tells you you're low on gas. The indicator light isn't the problem,the level of fuel is. Further, hiding the failure doesn't solve the underlying problem. Disconnecting the indicator light won't fill up your gas tank, but filling up your gas tank will turn off the light.
During my tenure as a pickup artist, I never took failure personally. It never mattered to me. Each time I failed, I felt as though the girl had revealed a secret to me. No attractive girl is chaste her whole life, no girl is a bitch to every guy. If she didn't want me to call her, that meant that there was something unattractive about me that I had to change. Compliments and success stroke my ego, but honest critical feedback leaves me thinking for months.
I have failed financially so far. It's not that I'm poor, or anywhere close to it. I'm sure my income, net worth, or lifestyle are impressive or even enviable to a lot of people. I'm so immeasurably grateful for everything I have that I feel a tinge of guilt on a daily basis for not spending the entire day thanking everyone who has made my life so great. However, despite whatever success I have, I am not where I want to be. I will be a billionaire, I will own my own submarine and airplane, and I will spend the majority of my life traveling and seeking adventure. I'm not nearly as close as I should be to these goals, and I'm not exactly on the express train there.
When did the whirlpool become an ocean?
I've been drifting; in between days, floating from one dreary hour to the next. A go with the flow momentum, no matter the maelstrom of monumental strife met at certain moments in my life.
There's an old saying, I remember my father trying to reinforce
"If you fail to plan, you plan to fail"
I've always considered that a paradox. After all, if you have a plan to fail, that's still a plan, isn't it? And it has a rather high chance of guaranteed success. But that's circular, defeatist thinking, isn't it? And we're not allowed to have that are we, as a species striving towards the next stage of evolution, our progressive culture programmed way before puberty struck with self-awareness.