Fear of death

[houseofcantor]

Everyone should fear death for what it does to those that are left behind.

Choose life, or chose death; is the choice offered in scripture. Thing I like about Christianity; it is so obviously fake, evil, duplicitous.

The solution I have found to "fear of death" lies in dual-state identity. Keep your monkey off the simulator. It's that simple. Future is nothing but emergent simulation in mind, where mind itself is influenced by the duality of operating paradigms; what I call the man and the monkey. The man does the cognition, the writing on forums, the playing of the Mass Effect; the monkey - rather than "animal that must be suppressed (another idiotic Christian conceit)" - is what mediates the organics. Having self-knowledge is knowing that there's a form of on-board autopliot in mind, or John Cantor would have flown this aircraft into the ocean long ago.

It is a matter of visualization and useful philosophical perspective. Knowing that I have a brain evolved with the functionality of emergent simulation is knowing that I (mind of man) is the one qualified to operate the equipment; that when the simulators kick out unqualified garbage, the monkey's at the keyboard again.

See how nice, easy, and pleasingly atheistic that is? You put garbage into your simulation - like death, infinity, eternity - you get garbage out - like irrational fear. Put into an evolutionary perspective, fear is advantageous; a caution against reckless impulse, an awareness of dangerous environment, a drive to preserve the identity of self over time - see where things start to get complicated? We have an evolutionary imperative to simulate future, yet so little cultural understanding of the machinery involved that logical contradiction abounds.

The rational fear of death keeps the individual safe from needless experimentation - i.e. jumping into a woodchipper - the irrational fear of death is lack of self knowledge, and as Godchild illustrated, a thriving metaphysical enterprise.

The thing I know (enough not to do any more experiments) is that your monkey is a tool of key utility in two critical areas. Trauma, and death. The animal knows how to take a hit, lick the would, and march on; the animal knows how to curl up when the marching is done.

But despairing over oblivion is being a monkey, plain and simple, it is division by zero; the extrapolation of the temporal into the absurd brought about by not understanding the difference between the definition of a word and the wording of a concept.

As a certified psychopath, I am qualified to ponder the eternal; you are not. The Christian, least of all.