The War Against Time: 400 Generations of Purpose, Science, & Mortality

I lay down and I think of the adventures ahead. I think of the differences I will make for humanity. And at the same time I feel an overwhelming sickness in my stomach begin to creep in as I can see how it ends. To see that I just look at the other elderly who have passed that I have come to know. The pity of life is that it comes to an end. I can feel that end several times a week now as if my mind is phasing across time, transferring a memory before it arrives in the world line at this point in time in this particular universe.

I don't believe in an afterlife. I believe it's over when it ends. And I believe if everyone truly held this as a reality in the presence, we would take science and living forever more seriously. We would prioritize it above war. Because in that world of science all of the scarcity origins of conflict come to an end. It is better than to pause everything and focus all human resources on science.

The mere fact that we are unable to do that serves as evidence that humans are short-term thinkers and long-term suicidal. Because if we were anything less than suicidal we would delay all gratification at the chance of humanity enriching everyone's life with huge leaps in science that will extend our time here and make our days richer with depth and experience from lower inflation from optimizations from science in resource consumption, and with greater health and more energy directed optimism for the rest of humanity. It is this mindset that I fight for. And I don't believe I will get to make it for all of humanity before I die. So I am trapped behind the idiots of the masses that cannot think beyond the pettiness of our place in the world as opposed to thinking about the entire world itself.