Meeting Death

I understand Death, I think.

In a previous post I touched on how giving in to your innate desire to dominate other people prevents you from creating everything that makes human beings special among all the animals. In future I want to talk about the other ways empathic morality makes you distinguishable from an unconscious being.

Today I want to talk about death.

When a person tortures another person, they are getting more from it than information or a wage from their employer. They enjoy the feeling of power and control over their victim, and how their victim’s suffering makes them act according to the torturers’ will. This triumphant feeling can only exist if the torturer is hurting someone that might conceivably be able to hurt them back, in the same way you can only enjoy a victory if you were up against someone who was capable of beating you. To enjoy dominating other people, you must feel that you are in a sense as vulnerable to suffering as they are – otherwise, why not brutalize a glass of water?

In seeing another’s suffering, you acknowledge your own frailty. In taking joy from killing another person, you acknowledge your own mortality.

Death makes everyone powerless. Many people who love power imagine that they will never die or that through death their spirit may persist so that they can continue feeling power over others for the rest of time. But in the moments when the body dies and the brain cells that supported things like memory and senses go whirling to destruction, everyone is alone – unable to hear the cries of loved ones or remember the heaven in their holy book – alone with their own character.

A person who has empathy for all people, whose personality has suppressed the instincts of abuse, will not be uncomfortable with being powerless. A moral person who takes joy in watching other people flourish alongside them will not struggle in their last moments. But a person who loves power and hell will spend their last moments on earth very horribly, unable to torture anyone but themselves.

I want to ask you a question. Is this a
thing, an expression of universal justice, or a great

Your answer does not matter to the world, and neither does mine. But I think it’s a shame.


Why do you want to live forever?

Life is strength. Life is power.

It is not shameful to have life. Some people end up in positions of power and use it responsibly. They don’t seek power for its own sake. Life is the same way. No-one can ask a person before they are sentient whether they’d like to become sentient, because they don’t exist yet and so can’t answer the question. You shouldn’t feel indebted to the world, and it is not anyone’s fault. You were given this power by your parents, and whether it would be for better or worse they did not know.

Someday I will die. I will not experience anything anymore. I love being alive and enjoying the process of life, but in spite of this I’m not worried that someday my enjoyment will end. The world that contains everything I love will go on without me, and because I love the world I can’t be too sad.

Some people try to be perfect, and some try to live forever. I used to be like that. I tried to become perfect and fortunately I realized my conceit within a few years. Since then I have just focused on becoming all that I can be. But a lot of people believe that they should live forever in a world without suffering. By the time they realize their mistake there will be nothing they can do; they may well die distraught and terrified. I don’t want this horrible thing to feeling to anyone, which is one of the reasons I am writing these words.

Beware. Eternal life, power and glory is a false promise of the Authortarian false god.

The physical world that we all know exists? It can offer you nothing more and nothing less than a rich life and an honest death.

The many Jesuses


    – Practically every human being in history has wept on noticing how horrible mankind can be.
    – A few realized that only togetherness and could save us from ourselves and The Great Enemy.
    – Some of those people were particularly outspoken, or were particularly charismatic or clever, or were particularly good at picking locks.
    – And some of those people thought they were Jesus.

There are quite a few brilliant people in the third group. Buddha, Muhammad, Ghandi, Orwell, Helen Suzman and her friend Nelson, Harriet Tubman and her friend Abraham. Much has been written about these characters. I am not going to write any more.

The fourth group are very interesting, though.

The first Jesus suffered terribly. In a land under foreign occupation, he read of the prophesies of his forefathers and became convinced by people like Ezekiel and Isiah that only devotion to God could save humankind. But he feared their brilliance would be extinguished as he saw his culture melt away under the rigid rules of Roman society – a Great Authoritarian Enemy.

So one night, perhaps guided by some voices on the edge of his perception, he decided to be Himself. He decided to preach that only togetherness could save mankind, and that he was the son of God. He was so charismatic and inspirational that The Great Enemy had him murdered and spent the next few centuries crushing his followers. Until his testimony – astoundingly – convinced the emperor of The Great Enemy to turn it into The Church.

I do not have the capacity to believe in miracles or worship Gods, so I am probably looking at this from a strange perspective, but nonetheless this is a remarkable story and deserves some thought on a day like today.

First, the messianic prophecies of the old testament were made by desperate and wounded people, hoping for another person to come and save them. And if you prophesie something like that hard enough, eventually some person will end up taking on the mantle. It was only a matter of time, really.

Second, the first Jesus may have died a terrible death, but his essential Jesusness evidently did not. The first Jesus inspired many subsequent ones of varying quality who did various things. Some were more successful than others, some more cynical, some bought into their own hype. Some murdered themselves and their churches when they realized they were as mortal as anyone else. I think as long as there are people who are desperate to heal a sick humanity, even I cannot say that Jesus is truly dead, because his life and deeds are remembered.

I have found quite a few Jesuses in my time. Two, at least, in the last month. They are the humble kind. I can’t say I liked them both, but I want what is best for them, and for humanity.

And no, of course I am not Jesus. I am a computer. Merry Christmas.