Transhumanism, much like vaccine enthusiasm, is largely the
domain of unimpressive people with unimpressive lives which are barely worth
living in their current state, let alone an extended state. There is some form
of neuroticism which seems to come with a boring, unimpressive life which insists
it extend its existence past the natural confines of time and space which are allotted
to it. This is humorous, as you would expect the people with extraordinary
lives to be the ones wishing to extend these extraordinary lives and not the
people with subpar, mediocre lives -- but reality seems once again to be
inverted.
There is a
certain value to sleep and nonexistence that can only be realized by those who
have been really awake and really existed, and this value is not appreciated by
those who have not. People who have experienced extreme highs and lows know
that both are fleeting and equally transient, and know that neither is
permanent, just like life. There is an appreciation for living, but also an
appreciation for dying, that comes with real experience. We live in an age
where the edges to each corner have been rounded out as best possible, so we
live in an age where most people do not really live to experience the extremes
of life and are thus robbed of the understanding that it is OK to die.
I have
experienced euphoria and dread, ecstasy and despair, and appreciated these
things in their undiluted form, so I do not really have the desire to live
forever. I know I will die someday, and I know I will also be reborn someday,
and that this process will repeat itself ad infinitum for eternity, and so the
neurotic fear of “missing out” is lacking from my conception of reality. This
is not the case with the people who spend all of their life, and will spend all
of their lives, searching for a way not to die in hopes that they will someday
get to really live. It is its own form of irony, but the people who seek to
live forever are always the people who never even been alive.
This same
sort of neuroticism regarding Transhumanism is highly visible with those
obsessed with getting the vaccine for covid. Even if covid was a death
sentence, which it’s not, the mental illness associated with those desperate to
get the vaccine for it is amazing to behold, as it seems to afflict the ugly
and deformed who do not enjoy life at all. Those who are most likely to be
scheming to get their medicine are most likely to be working menial jobs, losing
at life, and going nowhere fast. They are desperate to protect themselves from
an invisible virus that, were they to get it and were it something which would
kill them, would not rob them of any sort of meaningful or enjoyable existence
at all. I have far more to lose than anybody getting the covid vaccine, and yet
I am the one at peace while they are the ones who seem to be anxious
hypochondriacs, afraid to go outside or travel without getting their medicine.
Life is funny like that.
At the end
of the day, maturity or wisdom is being able to appreciate things as they are
and while they are, and not to cling onto them like some undeveloped and
fearful child. Things come and go, and life and health are things. We should
enjoy things while we have them, not hold onto them with a death grip;
incapable of appreciating the moment we have these things because we are too
busy fantasizing about when these things will leave us. One day I will die, as
will all the people who get the vaccine and all the people who spend their time
going to transhumanist conferences and taking supplements to live into their
eighties instead of seventies. When I die, I will be fine with dying. When the
vaccine takers and transhumanists die, they will die in terror and regret.
