I think about all my experiences ending, and an endless void not even being observed by a perspective. I think of emptiness; a permanent and inevitable oblivion. It seems unjust, to have been but be no more.
Huh. Your “endless void” doesn’t appear to have a referent in my model of the world?
I expect these things to happen when I die:
I probably suffer before it happens; this physical location at which this happens is primarily inside my head, though it is best viewed at a level of abstraction which involves “thoughts” and “percepts” and not “neurons”.
After I die, there is a funeral and my friends and family are sad. This is bad. This physical location at which this happens is out in the world and inside their heads.
From the perspective of my personal subjective timeline, there is no such time as “after I die”, so there’s not much to say about it. Except by comparing it to a world in which I lived longer and had more experiences, which (unless those experiences are quite bad) is much better. I imagine a mapping between “subjective time” and “wall-clock time”: every subjective time has a wall-clock time, but not vice-versa (e.g. before I was born, during sleep, etc.).
Put differently, this “endless void” has already happened for you: for billions of years, before you were born. Was that bad?
Or put yet differently again, if humanity manages to make itself extinct (without even Unfriendly AI), and there is no more life in the universe forever after, that is to me unimaginably sad, because the universe is so empty in comparison to what it could have been. But I don’t see where in this universe there exists an “endless void”? Unless by that you are referring to how empty the universe is in comparison to how it could have been, and I was reading way too much into this phrase?
I once got into a philosophical debate over whether or not “nothing” was, itself, a thing. Some of this was unmitigated pedantry (i.e. as soon as X is “a thing” it can no longer be “not-a-thing” a.k.a. “no-thing”). Can you refer to nothing? There’s nothing (heh) you can really point to in order to do so. The space in between myself and my interlocutor was filled with air. An imagined void between the stars is even filled with distance, a space that is traversed by light or any potential interstellar travelers. A lack of experience was the closest I ever got to something that is truly nothing; something that can be defined only by its lack.
Perhaps the void can only be pointed towards in contrast to an alternative. I grew up christian, and so during my youth I regularly fantasized about an afterlife of bliss. Some of those mental roadways remain, but rather than leading towards a paradise they lead towards nothing. Instead of anticipating bliss, I anticipate a lack of experience. A lack of experience is not itself unpleasant, but anticipating it scares me.
You rightly point out that I was birthed from the void. If the past void does not fill me with fear (it doesn’t), how does a lack of experience differ simply for being placed in the future? Part of it is a matter of control. I well and truly cannot alter the past, but the future feels like it could be within my grasp. I mostly acknowledge that I will return to the void, but a part of me rebels and hopes that I will continue into the future indefinitely. In addition to control, much of the meaning I ascribe to life exists in the future as well. Part of this stems from the way that I look at mathematics; that limiting behavior is the foundation of my mathematical thinking. Therefore I intuitively expect that taking the limit of human life as time progresses (both my own and that of humanity as a whole) will reveal to me the meaning of life. The statement “everything is finite, therefore nothing matters” is intuitively appealing to me, but extremely unhelpful for making the most of my time alive.
I’m not sure how helpful this was for you, after writing it I still feel like I have missed more than I’ve covered in terms of why oblivion is so terrifying to me. It feels like I’ve quibbled about the details around the edge of something instead of getting to the heart of it, but I don’t know where the heart of it lies.
It sounds like our utility functions match on this pretty well. For example, I agree that the past and future are not symmetric for the same reason. So I don’t think we disagree about much concrete. The difference is:
A lack of experience is not itself unpleasant, but anticipating it scares me.
This is very foreign to me. I can’t simulate the mental state of “think[ing] about [...] an endless void not even being observed by a perspective”, not even a little bit. All I’ve got is “picture the world with me in it; picture the world without me; contrast”. The place my mind goes when I ask it to picture unobserved endless void is to picture an observed endless void, like being trapped without sensory input, which is horrifying but very different. (Is this endless void yours, or do “not you” share it with the lack of other people who have died?)
you imagine someone is threatening to kill you now
you know you would experience fear
you realize your eventual death in 30-50 years is going to be the same now feeling as it is now
you realize fearing death now is the same as fearing it in the future
you realize if you not fear future death that would be the same as not fearing now, so are you saying you wouldn’t be scared sh*tless if someone tried t kill you now? or perhaps your imagiantion is failing, that would explain how you not see that future death is the same
I have a healthy fear of death; it’s just that none of it stems from an “unobserved endless void”. Some of the specific things I fear are:
Being stabbed is painful and scary (it’s scary even if you know you’re going to live)
Most forms of dying are painful, and often very slow
The people I love mourning my loss
My partner not having my support
Future life experiences, not happening
All of the things I want to accomplish, not happening
The point I was making in this thread was that “unobserved endless void” is not on this list, I don’t know how to picture it, and I’m surprised that other people think it’s a big deal.
Who knows, maybe if I come close to dying some time I’ll suddenly gain a new ontological category of thing to be scared of.
Huh. Your “endless void” doesn’t appear to have a referent in my model of the world?
I expect these things to happen when I die:
I probably suffer before it happens; this physical location at which this happens is primarily inside my head, though it is best viewed at a level of abstraction which involves “thoughts” and “percepts” and not “neurons”.
After I die, there is a funeral and my friends and family are sad. This is bad. This physical location at which this happens is out in the world and inside their heads.
From the perspective of my personal subjective timeline, there is no such time as “after I die”, so there’s not much to say about it. Except by comparing it to a world in which I lived longer and had more experiences, which (unless those experiences are quite bad) is much better. I imagine a mapping between “subjective time” and “wall-clock time”: every subjective time has a wall-clock time, but not vice-versa (e.g. before I was born, during sleep, etc.).
Put differently, this “endless void” has already happened for you: for billions of years, before you were born. Was that bad?
Or put yet differently again, if humanity manages to make itself extinct (without even Unfriendly AI), and there is no more life in the universe forever after, that is to me unimaginably sad, because the universe is so empty in comparison to what it could have been. But I don’t see where in this universe there exists an “endless void”? Unless by that you are referring to how empty the universe is in comparison to how it could have been, and I was reading way too much into this phrase?
I once got into a philosophical debate over whether or not “nothing” was, itself, a thing. Some of this was unmitigated pedantry (i.e. as soon as X is “a thing” it can no longer be “not-a-thing” a.k.a. “no-thing”). Can you refer to nothing? There’s nothing (heh) you can really point to in order to do so. The space in between myself and my interlocutor was filled with air. An imagined void between the stars is even filled with distance, a space that is traversed by light or any potential interstellar travelers. A lack of experience was the closest I ever got to something that is truly nothing; something that can be defined only by its lack.
Perhaps the void can only be pointed towards in contrast to an alternative. I grew up christian, and so during my youth I regularly fantasized about an afterlife of bliss. Some of those mental roadways remain, but rather than leading towards a paradise they lead towards nothing. Instead of anticipating bliss, I anticipate a lack of experience. A lack of experience is not itself unpleasant, but anticipating it scares me.
You rightly point out that I was birthed from the void. If the past void does not fill me with fear (it doesn’t), how does a lack of experience differ simply for being placed in the future? Part of it is a matter of control. I well and truly cannot alter the past, but the future feels like it could be within my grasp. I mostly acknowledge that I will return to the void, but a part of me rebels and hopes that I will continue into the future indefinitely. In addition to control, much of the meaning I ascribe to life exists in the future as well. Part of this stems from the way that I look at mathematics; that limiting behavior is the foundation of my mathematical thinking. Therefore I intuitively expect that taking the limit of human life as time progresses (both my own and that of humanity as a whole) will reveal to me the meaning of life. The statement “everything is finite, therefore nothing matters” is intuitively appealing to me, but extremely unhelpful for making the most of my time alive.
I’m not sure how helpful this was for you, after writing it I still feel like I have missed more than I’ve covered in terms of why oblivion is so terrifying to me. It feels like I’ve quibbled about the details around the edge of something instead of getting to the heart of it, but I don’t know where the heart of it lies.
It sounds like our utility functions match on this pretty well. For example, I agree that the past and future are not symmetric for the same reason. So I don’t think we disagree about much concrete. The difference is:
This is very foreign to me. I can’t simulate the mental state of “think[ing] about [...] an endless void not even being observed by a perspective”, not even a little bit. All I’ve got is “picture the world with me in it; picture the world without me; contrast”. The place my mind goes when I ask it to picture unobserved endless void is to picture an observed endless void, like being trapped without sensory input, which is horrifying but very different. (Is this endless void yours, or do “not you” share it with the lack of other people who have died?)
you imagine someone is threatening to kill you now
you know you would experience fear
you realize your eventual death in 30-50 years is going to be the same now feeling as it is now
you realize fearing death now is the same as fearing it in the future
you realize if you not fear future death that would be the same as not fearing now, so are you saying you wouldn’t be scared sh*tless if someone tried t kill you now? or perhaps your imagiantion is failing, that would explain how you not see that future death is the same
I have a healthy fear of death; it’s just that none of it stems from an “unobserved endless void”. Some of the specific things I fear are:
Being stabbed is painful and scary (it’s scary even if you know you’re going to live)
Most forms of dying are painful, and often very slow
The people I love mourning my loss
My partner not having my support
Future life experiences, not happening
All of the things I want to accomplish, not happening
The point I was making in this thread was that “unobserved endless void” is not on this list, I don’t know how to picture it, and I’m surprised that other people think it’s a big deal.
Who knows, maybe if I come close to dying some time I’ll suddenly gain a new ontological category of thing to be scared of.