How to be rational about it.
AIAA announced a couple weeks ago at IAC that they are renaming their annual Space Forum “Ascend.”
Having gotten that announcement out of the way with the plug for AIAA (which graced me with a media pass to the conference, on top of my delegate badge), this cannot go without comment. As I was ascending (see what I did there?) the escalator to the plenary this morning, someone was handing out a flyer called “ASCEND TODAY.” In it, it had two op-eds.
The first was titled “The Argument For Riding Out Humanity Here At Home And Nowhere Else,” by “B. Line.”
Chances are it’s one of those survival tools ingrained into our genes — the notion that “humanity” as well as other species are conscious, sentient beings, aware of their own mortality and filled with the same emotions, desires, regrets, and consciences as though they were an individual.
It’s what leads us to feel sad at the notion of something becoming extinct as if the thing possessed a collective soul that would experience immense angst or anguish if it disappeared from the planet.
The reality is unless there’s a cataclysmic event, the end of humanity of any other species typically would mean nothing more than a gradual tapering of populations until there was none left. “We” wouldn’t be missed. But again, it’s not “we.” Or “us.” “We,” after all, are not part of a larger collective consciousness. Just as “we” don’t really win when our favorite sports tea does. “We” had nothing to do with it.
But while the end of humanity would not in reality cause any actual sadness — as human-caused global warming is proving every passing day — humanity’s presence is causing real pain and real harm to living, breathing sentient creatures. Our presence is slowly (quickly in geologic terms) making the earth uninhabitable.
This is why, personally, I don’t think we should attempt to perpetuate humanity beyond our own failed experiment here at home. Humanity has caused so much damage to our planet and the life that inhabits it, there’s little justification to inflict or scourge anywhere else in the universe.
I may have missed transcribing the first paragraph. I was going to fisk this, but haven’t had time, but I thought I’d at least toss it out as chum for commenters.
They’ve had a good run, but let’s face it; it’s over.
For the record, I love women.
A long, but interesting essay.
Jonah is back, with thoughts on lots of things, but most bitingly on fascist Beta O’Dourke.
Thoughts on the elites against western civilization who have ultimately given us a Donald Trump as our last hope.
Slow it down by seeking novelty? Maybe, but the fact that when a year is ten percent of your life to date, as opposed to on sixtieth of it, it’s going to seem to go by faster.
Roger Simon’s new novel seems to be getting good reviews from people I trust (like Glenn Reynolds). I hadn’t realized it was about rejuvenation.
And I apologize, with absolute insincerity, for linking to it.
I do think that, for many, part of the appeal of Trump is that he never does this.