It seems like the longer human beings live, and the more power they have over preventing death, that the more they fear death and idealize life. I think the contemporary person with a 70+ year life span is a vastly different human being than the one who lived 30+ years, in that the latter seems more connected with the idea that death (whether or not there's anything after) is a part of life and therefore nothing to be feared. There's a real saving helplessness and acceptance with our ancestors that's foreign to most people today, when the idea of welcoming death and accepting one's limits (at least well before the deathbed is a reality) seems almost crazy.
I think one of the worst things that could happen with a realized project of immortality on earth would be that this sort of anxiety about death and overidealization and attachment to life would only grow infinitely more, maybe to the point to where really living in a qualitative sense is dampened because of the extreme anxiety about the possibility of having an experience that results in death. Everyone would develop a sort of neurotic mothering instinct, hypervigilant to every scraped knee and bruised arm, and so a real appreciation for life not as a collection of years but as a type of quality would be lost. Nietzsche said the great secret to life is to live dangerously and to "build your cities on the slope of Vesuvius!". He's not promoting recklessness, but seems to have that old vein in mind of accepting death rather than dreading it by fearlessly living as a first priority.
Because that's what it seems to be about: a question of priorities. When we start focusing too much on not dying, we're not focusing on how to live.
Why else did we start dreading death with such an existential sense?
I think one of the worst things that could happen with a realized project of immortality on earth would be that this sort of anxiety about death and overidealization and attachment to life would only grow infinitely more, maybe to the point to where really living in a qualitative sense is dampened because of the extreme anxiety about the possibility of having an experience that results in death. Everyone would develop a sort of neurotic mothering instinct, hypervigilant to every scraped knee and bruised arm, and so a real appreciation for life not as a collection of years but as a type of quality would be lost. Nietzsche said the great secret to life is to live dangerously and to "build your cities on the slope of Vesuvius!". He's not promoting recklessness, but seems to have that old vein in mind of accepting death rather than dreading it by fearlessly living as a first priority.
Because that's what it seems to be about: a question of priorities. When we start focusing too much on not dying, we're not focusing on how to live.
Why else did we start dreading death with such an existential sense?