Thinking about the future
The last couple of months I have mostly spend time exploring the past. Having read the pamphlets of Thomas Paine, the oratories of Ingersoll, as America embraced the freethinking enlightenment era. Recently I have also watched the series John Adams. While not entirely accurate, it is still a great resource for understanding the revolution that brought us modern democracy. Beyond that, What is Good, explored the early Stoic and Epicurean philosophers of old up to Mr Hume and beyond. On the sciences again, looking backward in time we see the tail of our ancestors unfold in the natural process of evolution.
While I am completely fascinated by history, I have now given in to what our future can possibly bring. It may seem odd, but a game I played during the last week really activated this faculty. Mass Effect 2 explores the possible future in quite interesting ways. One hilarious, yet fascinating bit was that races from different planets having a liking for a female only alien race. All the different races arguing that the Asari are more like themselves than other races.The game really awakened an old yearning to buy a telescope, and to keep on dreaming and imaging the future. I am also now looking into getting some science fiction books. I have heard good things on the works of Isaac Asimov.
But I must say I am captivated by the Mass Effect world. This is probably the greatest burden on death for me, missing out on what the future can be.The weird yet wonderful music of Carl Sagan and Co also keeps me dreaming. To share another anecdote, while searching for a background of my favourite character I have stumbled onto an elegant human, dressed up as an Asari, the one you are feasting your eyes on, on the right. It must have been some hard work doing all that, but did achieve to give me a smile in an otherwise bleak day.
Moving along, our campus has been plagued by Bible Thumpers the last couple of years now. These events seem quite common on American campuses, but not really heard of here in Sunny South Africa. I love freedom of speech, so naturally I think it is great that these guys come out and say their say. It also leaves ample opportunity for a counter demonstration. The recent demonstration of the most hated church in America, before the offices of Twitter jumps to mind. I don’t know where these local guys come from, they did offer me a business card, but for some silly reason I declined. Having read many blogs from American students, I can proudly say that these guys are truly just as misguided as the ones in the new world. Most students have been indifferent to their peaceful demonstration over the last few years, but this week I made effort to approach them, only to find a group of students already arguing with then. I had the opportunity to talk to the black guy who seemed just to be a peon for the white guy who was surrounded by students. I asked him some heart felt questions and made it very clear to him that his message is evil and that above us is nothing but sky. I must say it is also easy to win an argument against these guys if you know their argument better than they do. In the process I also managed to silence a few liberal Christians who where against the posters, but not against the spreading of the ‘good news’. I made it clear that the problem is not the method, but the message.
They did hammer on how bad it must be to be a materialist in dealing with death. I am quite humbled to have share the story of Roger Ebert.
PZ did an excellent job of summarising the journal.
Ebert is dying in increments, and he is aware of it.
I know it is coming, and I do not fear it, because I believe there is nothing on the other side of death to fear, he writes in a journal entry titled “Go Gently into That Good Night.” I hope to be spared as much pain as possible on the approach path. I was perfectly content before I was born, and I think of death as the same state. What I am grateful for is the gift of intelligence, and for life, love, wonder, and laughter. You can’t say it wasn’t interesting. My lifetime’s memories are what I have brought home from the trip. I will require them for eternity no more than that little souvenir of the Eiffel Tower I brought home from Paris.
There has been no death-row conversion. He has been beaten in some ways. But his other senses have picked up since he lost his sense of taste. He has tuned better into life. Some things aren’t as important as they once were; some things are more important than ever. He has built for himself a new kind of universe. Roger Ebert is no mystic, but he knows things we don’t know.
I believe that if, at the end of it all, according to our abilities, we have done something to make others a little happier, and something to make ourselves a little happier, that is about the best we can do. To make others less happy is a crime. To make ourselves unhappy is where all crime starts. We must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true no matter what our problems, our health, our circumstances. We must try. I didn’t always know this, and am happy I lived long enough to find it out.
Ebert takes joy from the world in nearly all the ways he once did. He has had to find a new way to laugh — by closing his eyes and slapping both hands on his knees — but he still laughs. He and Chaz continue to travel. (They spent Thanksgiving in Barbados.) And he still finds joy in books, and in art, and in movies — a greater joy than he ever has. He gives more movies more stars.




OK, so I am a student again this year, I registered as a ’special student’ and happily filled in the Religion box with “Secular Humanist”. I suppose this is the purpose of blogging, to reflect how your thoughts and way of life evolve. Anyway, I have some research blogging potential in the back of my mind, now that I have access to journals again. Not as if I have any time for it, things are rather hectic, also hence my rather terse tone and the hiatus.








