The End of The World
Posted August 16th, 2008 by Kenton WhitmanCategories: Death
I hate to be an alarmist, but we’re quite possibly on the brink of the imminent destruction of the human race.
Too bad, because we’re kind of cute (in a furless, spongey sort of way), and we’ve only been on this planet for a very short time. It would have been nice if we had played out this experiment for a few million years.
Oh well.
The cards are pretty stacked against us. There are the obvious dangers, such as blowing ourselves up with nukes or damaging the environment so badly that it falls apart into climatological chaos. We could suffer a collapse of our electrical or informational infrastructure (consider what just a single day without electricity or email would do to the world). There are always pandemics to be considered. There are also a few dangers that are public knowledge, but which most of us don’t know about.
Consider Apophis. This is a big rock (an asteroid, actually, between 200 and 300 meters in diameter), that is slated to make some uncomfortably close passes to the Earth. Luckily for all of us, the 2.7% chance that it will strike Earth in 2029 has been changed to indicate that there is no risk of impact. However, the latest figures for the
There’s also the Supervolcano under
Not enough? How about the reversal of the magnetic poles? Again, evidence suggests that we might be in the middle of a flip, and we don’t know much about how these flips occur. Having north turn into south would be bad enough, but if the magnetic field fails for even a short time, all the sun’s radiation will pour right down onto our planet, turning us all into cancer factories.
Finally, there’s the year 2012, which many people feel will mark a huge shift in the way we live our lives – perhaps including a nice little apocolypse.
If that isn’t enough, there’s the small fact that even if the world does go on for a few million more years, you, personally, are doomed. Yup. Even the youngest people reading this will probably be dead in 70 or 80 years. The rest of us? Much sooner.
So why am I telling you this? No, I haven’t signed a contract with Zoloft. Rather, it’s that taking the time to think about our own death can be quite liberating. It reminds me of a story my brother told me once, of visiting a monastery in
There is a superficial way to interpret this. In this interpretation, we are reminded of death and loss so that we don’t cling too tightly to the fleeting things of this world – whether they be money, our youth, other people, or any other aspect of our imagined ‘security’. This is a simple reminder that we’re all riding the wheel of samsara, and that in our clinging, we set ourselves up for loss. The greater we cling, the more we stand to lose, and the result is that life either becomes a roller-coaster, or we settle into a sort of monotony where we never love too much, because we’re afraid of what we’ll lose.
On a deeper level, however, meditation upon death opens us to another realization – this realization occurs when we begin to seriously question what is it we think we stand to lose. When one looks carefully at the state of financial security, for instance, one begins to realize that the sensation of being ‘rich’ or ‘poor’ has little to do with a number in a bank account, and more to do with our perception of abundance. For instance, when I was living in the woods, I often felt I was wealthy beyond measure. I’d be lying in the sun next to a raspberry bush, plucking berries and watching the clouds go by overhead. I had nowhere to be, and on that particular day, had all the food, warmth, and adventure I could ever ask for. In short, I had the feeling of being very wealthy, despite the fact that I actually had no money at all in my possession. Conversely, we can have millions of dollars in our bank account, and still feel like we don’t have enough.
The same goes with people. When we love someone, we often become afraid of losing them. If we could see them as they actually are (ever changing, never the same from one moment to the next), we’d have no ‘idea’ of them to latch onto, and we’d discover what it is we’re really afraid of losing.
The answer to this question – “What are we afraid of losing?” – is startling. When we know the answer, our fear of loss evaporates. But we are adept at keeping ourselves in the dark.
The most startling revelation comes when we realize what we are afraid of losing upon our own death. Thinking on this can open level upon level of realizations, beginning with our idea that life isn’t worth living unless there is something to look forward to. In the end, as we puzzle through our beliefs regarding death, we may come to discover what ‘me’ is, what our relation is to the world we perceive outside of us, and how we value the various aspects of our life.
As long as we ignore death and imagine that we will continue on into the infinite future, we can never really Live. This is because the fear of death and impermanence is lurking just behind our everyday thoughts, and a part of us is waiting, full of anxiety, for the news that a loved one has died, that our own death is imminent, or that civilization is going the way of the Do-Do bird. This chronic low-level tension clenches us against truly releasing into the joy of living.
But we don’t need to clench – indeed, we can’t clench – if we take the time to see what it is we’re afraid of losing. Here’s a place to begin your journey — ‘What Is Death?’