Death is not optional. It’s the only thing in life you really can’t get out of. When the Reaper shows up, even I probably won’t be able to talk my way out of going along. We’ll see.
Religion faces up to death. Well, let’s be honest, religion is based on death. It’s all about ‘this life is crap but if you do as we tell you, the next one will be better’. Every religion is a death cult but in their favour, every religion recognises the inevitability of death.
Modern medicine does not. If there is one thing worse than a death cult, it’s an immortality cult. Death is inevitable, immortality is impossible. Yet modern medicine bases its immortality cult on pretty much the same premise as the religious death cults. ‘Do as we tell you, and this shitty life will go on forever’.
So, no smoking, no drinking, no fun of any kind and you’ll live forever? Nope. You’ll die anyway. Of nothing. When the Puritans of old did this they at least promised that the next life would be better. The MedicoPuritans promise only an eternity of the same miserable existence. A life that would have most of us begging to die within a week of starting it.
Look at the headlines associated with these links –
‘Prevent early death’. We have no idea when any of us are going to die. People younger than me have died, people older than me have not. It might be genetic, it might be lifestyle, it might be a truck with a distracted driver. It can happen to any of us at any time and it is an entirely individual thing.
Medical science no longer recognises the individual. It regards us as identical clones who must be made to fit a standard model. That’s why it insists on standardised intakes of all nutrients, regardless of individual size, genetics or metabolism. As for individual preferences, no such concept exists in modern medicine. We are machines to be fine tuned, not people living lives.
You cannot prevent early death unless you know the date of your death. If you have a defined appointment with Mr. Grim and you die before that, then it’s early death. He’s going to be really pissed off if you show up early and make him rewrite his entire appointment schedule.
Nobody has such an appointment. Well, if the ‘fate’ thing is true then we do all have appointments but none of us know when they are. That’s why Death does house calls.
The second link claims that eating hot spicy foods ‘lowers the risk of death’. No it doesn’t. There is no ‘risk’ when considering something that is definitely going to happen one day.
Sure, you can dodge the Reaper for a bit longer if you’re careful but you only have one go at this life. Even if reincarnation is real, the studies on that subject suggest that you remember little to nothing of your previous life so can’t learn from it. Also, if everyone was reincarnated, there’d be no ghosts and no Heaven or Hell – and not enough souls to fill an increasing population of bodies. Nobody knows how it all works, so pay no attention to anyone who claims they do.
If there is a Heaven and/or Hell, you’re going to be in them for eternity. You have a little time here to enjoy yourself before spending eternity doing the same thing every day. Either praising God every day or having a hot pitchfork rammed up your spiritual arse every day. Neither of which sounds like a whole lot of fun. I can see why people would choose the non-pitchfork option though.
If you don’t believe in any kind of afterlife then you have an eternity of decomposing into atoms and disappearing altogether. Sounds awful, but probably still better than the pitchfork.
So this is it. A short playtime in eternity, no matter what you believe. Like all playgrounds, it has its bullies and its know-alls. You can choose to give in to the bullies and listen to the know-alls and spend your only playtime being scared and controlled.
Or you can tell them all to get stuffed and just have a good time your own way.
In the end, everyone will die. Everyone. Don’t worry about it. There’s no point spending your entire short playtime watching the clock to see when it will end. You can never know when that bell will ring for you so enjoy the fun while it lasts.
The medics claim that if you sit quietly and don’t play too hard, then you will live longer, but you never know when you were going to die so you can never know if they were right. Maybe, just maybe, we get to know that answer at the end.
What if you could have had all the fun and you’d have died at the same time anyway? What would it feel like to look back at that?