Now that I have two little grandkids, I think about the future more than ever. The far distant future. It’s painful to consider that these innocents I know and love so intensely are likely to be profoundly affected by climate change, not to mention the ever-present nuclear shadow.
Try this thought experiment:
Suppose you knew that, although you yourself would live a normal life span, the earth would be completely destroyed thirty days after your death in a collision with a giant asteroid. How would this knowledge affect your attitudes during the remainder of your life?
That’s what the author of a new book suggests we do. Death and the Afterlife (Oxford) by Samuel Scheffler is based on the Berkeley Tanner Lectures and includes commentaries by four additional thinkers. Scheffler uses a variety of philosophical arguments to make his main point, which is that it’s not only our own lives and experiences that make life meaningful to us.
“Few of us,” writes Scheffler about the thought experiment quoted above, "would be likely to say: ‘so what? Since it won’t happen until thirty days after my death, and since it won’t hasten my death, it isn't of any importance to me. I won’t be around to experience it, and so it doesn't matter to me in the slightest.’"
In fact, he suggests, a lot of what keeps us busy now, activities that mean something to us, would become less important to us in such a situation, in a way that confronting our own deaths wouldn't cause. He also discusses how other scenarios would affect us, such as if infertility became universal, so no more generations would be born.
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Another way to conceptualize such profound questions is to read T.C. Boyle’s short story entitled "Chicxulub" (now collected in his new book, Stories II). As the protagonist of the story and his wife anxiously await word about their missing daughter, he muses, brilliantly, about Chicxulub, the huge asteroid or comet that probably knocked out the dinosaurs.
"The thing that disturbs me about Chicxulub . . . is the deeper implication that we, and all our works and worries and attachments, are so utterly inconsequential. Death cancels our individuality, we know that, yes, but ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny, and the kind goes on, human life and culture succeed us. That, in the absence of God, is what allows us to accept the death of the individual. But when you throw Chicxulub into the mix—or the next Chicxulub, the Chicxulub that could come howling down to obliterate all and everything even as your eyes skim the lines of this page—where does that leave us?"
What I find amazing, thrilling even, is to compare how many words it takes to lay out a hard-to-refute philosophical argument (as in Scheffler’s book) versus how fast it is to slam readers in the gut with an experience they can relate to instantly: imagining the death of their child.
I tried to do something like this, obviously in a much less gifted way than Boyle managed, in Kylie’s Heel. Here’s what Kylie thinks when something terrible seems to have happened to her only child:
At least now I no longer need to worry about my son or the fate of the world. When you have a child, you yearn for the world to thrive, but now all the looming catastrophes have lost their power to terrify. Fire, ice, fallout. The outcome of the game no longer matters to me.
Does that seem selfish to you? Surely it is, but isn't it understandable in the midst of grief?
Related to that, I read a recent post in the NY Times in which Gary Gutting, a professor of philosopy, interviewed Jay Garfield, who teaches philosophy and the humanities, about the "requirements" of Buddhism. Discussing a belief in future lives, Garfield says:
"This suggests one way for a Buddhist not taken with the idea of personal rebirth across biological lives to take that doctrine as a useful metaphor: Treat the past reflectively and with gratitude and responsibility, and with an awareness that much of our present life is conditioned by our collective past; take the future seriously as something we have the responsibility to construct, just as much as if we would be there personally."
Cool.
Copyright (c) by Susan K. Perry, author of Kylie’s Heel
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