Paul Stone wrote: My questions comes not because I believe in a tooth-fairy. And... I'm not religious, if you mean that I adhere to any religion. I am only guided by the steadfast refusal to accept that when I die, that will be the end of me. I have no imagination of what it might be, but I simply cannot imagine not being. If I could, then I might as well get off the ride. What would be the point of caring about anything. What possible motivation could I have to do anything good or bad or judge things thereby. If you say 'for the good of society' or 'to stabilise the society you live in so that you do good and help others' I say "why?" "what is the point?" *I'm sorry for stepping back in so late. My Reed mail was down over most of the weekend, and my Yahoo account is unduly cumbersome when it comes to cutting and pasting. *PS wonders what the point of living would be (a) if there were an end to what he calls 'life,' and (b) why, if one believed there was an end, one should care about what one does with respect to other people and oneself. It would be unfair perhaps to note that some who were, if anyone ever was, religious, thought that living on pillars, flagellating themselves, and doing the vilest things to those who held other views, were not, merely because they believed in the possibility of eternal life, living the sorts of lives that exemplify meaning and purpose. Of course it could always be said that they smote the infidels because infidels are infidels and should be smitten, or even that they had a duty to smite them. But in saying this one is not thereby saying that it is smiting infidels which gave purpose or 'meaning' to their lives. That would be a further step. *But these sorts of people aside, I wonder about less remote and simplistic examples, and what I wonder is this: why should there be a puzzle, why should it be puzzling, that one should want to live, all things considered, if one thought that human life (or some hazy notion of the self) did not go on 'forever'? Why is this a puzzle? PS has not explained that. Human life ends at some point; and so, I believe, does mine. ----------------------------------------------------------- Therefore, there is no reason why I should live this way or that during the finite time I am alive. *If this is an argument, it wants better premises. I suspect that there are no premises which could be added to it that would not succeed in making it a good argument while at the same time making it circular. But I'm willing to wait. *What seems plain is that insofar as I have and have had plans and purposes, they would still be and would have been my plans and purposes, whether or not I'd heard of the possibility that life had an end, and that the sudden realization that it had would not thereby drain the interest, pleasure, or concern from what I had done and from what I might have (before this realization) intended to do. *If David Ritchie were to ask me to meet on the Mutton College lawn for a picnic to which he would bring some wine from his famous cellars, I doubt that it would help to point out to him, poor, deluded wretch, that picnics are no fun because, well, you know, life comes to an end. I say, 'But David, life comes to an end, you know.' 'Well, what of it?' would seem an intelligible reply. When I was young and agile, I enjoyed hiking cross country, climbing modest peaks, walking my Terriers on a fall afternoon; waiting for snow…doing stuff; anyone could come up with such a list. I'm still interested in, and challenged by discussing philosophy with my students and colleagues; listening to Mathis der Mahler, every five or six years; cranking up the volume on 'Naima.' And so on. 'But what's music to me or indeed to anyone if we're finite creatures?' I don't understand the question. *This is a superficial list, for it leaves out anything having to do with friends and family, or with my inner life, such as it is, i.e., most of the stuff that matters. The only point of giving it is to suggest how absurd it would be for someone to maintain that I didn't and couldn't care for such things while at the same time believing, as I do, that life comes to an end. The motivation for any such challenge remains mysterious. *So my response really comes to this. I am interested in and care about many things, many possibilities, many books, many people, many rocks and toadstools, and I believe that life comes to an end. Someone who wants to maintain that it is impossible to be interested, to care, to prefer one course of action to another, etc., because of the latter belief has to do some work beyond merely asserting that the second sentence of this paragraph is a contradiction. *As somebody once said: 'Death is not an event in life; we do not live to experience death. … 'Not only is there no guarantee of the temporal immortality of the human soul, that is to say of its eternal survival after death; but in any case, this assumption completely fails to accomplish the purpose for which it has always been intended. Or is some riddle solved by surviving forever? Is not this eternal life as much of a riddle as our present life?' I remain, briefly, Robert Paul Reed College ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html