Dying At The Right Time
Morgan Rempel wonders whether there is a good time to die.
This sort of thinking does make sense in that it is inevitable in matters of both life and death that mere mortals are biologically programed to make speculations about them. Our species has evolved a brain able to ponder the self out in a particular world. Why are things the way they are? Why are they not some other way? Is there a better way for things to be? Is there an optimal or most rational way that things should unfold.
Thus the human brain is the only brain able to make that leap from the either/or world to the is/ought world. In regard to both life and death.
But unlike Nietzsche [apparently] once I take God out of the picture, I come to recognize – if only as an existential contraption – that my own conjectures regarding both life and death come from a fractured and fragmented “self” utterly in the dark regarding the reason for existence itself. Thus while I can speculate about the meaning of both life and death, I have “here and now” thought myself into believing that such rumination is basically futile.
Thus: I will never know because as an infinitesimally tiny speck of existence in the context of all there is, I never can know.
So, how are Zarathustra and his creator not basically making fools of themselves to speak of God’s death, the will to power, supermen and last men as though they too don’t get swallowed up in an essentially meaningless existence on the inevitable path to oblivion.
Or [perhaps] to recur over and over and over again for all the rest of eternity.
Again, I recognize why some will confront these things as they do in that they are programed through the evolution of life on Earth to [in a world where “I” have some measure of free will] to choose to. But, for me, that doesn’t take away the ultimate futility of it all.