Death & The Philosopher
Raymond Tallis on philosophical attitudes to non-being.
In a nutshell: options.
Ones that you have access to. And, in exercising them, the reactions of others to them.
And, when it comes to those options, the older and older you get, the clearer it becomes that “our flesh/ Surrounds us with its own decisions”. Which [perhaps ever and always] explains why God and religion will be the option of choice for the overwhelming preponderance of us. Indeed, I’d go there myself if I could figure out a way to think myself back into believing it is all actually true. That’s precisely – probably? – why I tend to thump on those here who refuse to actually make the attempt to demonstrate that it’s true themselves. Not that this actually seems possible.
Envy as much as anything. They are still able to accept that what they believe is true need be as far as they go in order to make it true. And I no longer can. So, in the face of the obliterated “I”, how do they not win?
Sure, that’s another frame of mind I would love to be able to think myself into accepting as an antidote to death. But, here and now, it is no less preposterous. In particular when I am doing something that brings me enormous satisfaction. I can only acknowledge that in death [at least as I understand it here and now myself] I will never ever get to experience it again. And there are lots and lots of experiences like that.
Yeah, if what you are experiencing now is “wretched”, death is easily construed in a whole other way. When I’m dead I never have to feel wretched again. Like that somehow makes the part where, for all of eternity, the joys you have in life are also gone forevermore go away.
So, it’s always going to be an actual existential balance: pleasure and pain.
More so than…philosophy?