{"id":183,"date":"2013-12-25T10:00:00","date_gmt":"2013-12-25T18:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.curtiscchen.com\/journal\/2013\/12\/25\/im-made-out-of-meat\/"},"modified":"2013-12-25T10:00:00","modified_gmt":"2013-12-25T18:00:00","slug":"im-made-out-of-meat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.curtiscchen.com\/journal\/2013\/12\/25\/im-made-out-of-meat\/","title":{"rendered":"I’m Made Out of Meat"},"content":{"rendered":"

That title is, of course, an homage to Terry Bisson’s classic short story “They’re Made Out of Meat.”<\/a> If you haven’t read it, click over to his site and do it now. It’s less than a thousand words; shouldn’t take more than ten minutes. I’ll wait.<\/p>\n

All done? Good. Let’s begin.<\/p>\n

I am made out of meat. The “I” writing these words now is a transient thing, a momentary spark of consciousness supported and sustained by a fleshy engine. There is no mind without brain, and the brain does not live without a heart and lungs to feed it oxygen and sense organs to provide stimuli for contemplation. We are all made out of meat, and we can never escape our corporeal prisons.<\/p>\n

Sometimes I wonder if our sentience is some weird side effect of evolution, a freakish emergent phenomenon caused by the complexity of being such large, multicellular organisms. Because (per Stephen Hawking) it is not clear that intelligence has any long-term survival value<\/a>, and being smart enough to wonder about cosmology doesn’t mean we can do a damn thing about it.<\/p>\n

I suppose that’s where this entire train of thought starts, decades ago: with a small boy lying in his bed at night, staring into the darkness–literally–and also figuratively gazing into the abyss of his own inevitable death.<\/p>\n

I don’t remember precisely how old I was when I first grasped the enormous fact of capital-D Death<\/b>. That it would take us all, sooner or later; that each of us would cease to exist forever after that–that even the universe itself will, someday, end<\/i><\/a>. I think it took me a little while to really process that, to understand it completely, and when I did, it totally freaked me the fuck out.<\/p>\n

To be clear: I wouldn’t say I’ve ever feared<\/i> death, precisely. More like I still haven’t made my peace with the Reaper. And especially when I was younger, the knowledge that I would someday stop<\/i> just felt like a terrible injustice, like a punishment I didn’t deserve. I liked<\/i> being alive, and why did that have to end someday? It all seemed so unfair<\/i>.<\/p>\n

Yeah, yeah, I know. Get a helmet, kid. And I don’t know what I would tell my younger self, if I had the hypothetical opportunity<\/a> now. Make the most of your time? Don’t waste it on things that don’t make you happy?<\/i> I’m not sure younger-me would give much weight to those platitudes, especially in the middle of a nighttime panic attack. I suspect facing death with dignity is one thing we all have to learn the hard way.<\/p>\n

Don’t worry, this is not something I’ve kept bottled up for forty years; I have talked about this, with my parents when I was younger, with my wife more recently. They all made reasonable counter-arguments, including possible future prospects for prolonging human lifespans<\/a> (giving me more time to come to terms with my own mortality, I suppose) and the fact that I simply won’t even know<\/i> when I’m dead, and will therefore be unable to feel anything at all about it, one way or another. What’s the point of worrying about something you can’t change?<\/p>\n

And they’re right, of course. It’s more productive to worry about things I can<\/i> affect, like how happy I am with the work I’m doing right now, maintaining my health for the next fifty-plus years of my life, et cetera<\/i>. But I can’t help worrying about more than that. I think about what I’m going to leave behind, and I wonder what people will remember of me, and for how long after I’m gone.<\/p>\n

I suppose that’s ego, wanting some recognition that extends beyond the grave and beyond my immediate family. But it’s also wanting to make a difference in the world, in some miniscule, brief manner–to be a part of the world, to feel connected to the seven billion other lives on this tiny, shining planet<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Even if all we are is meat, at least we can all be meaty together.<\/p>\n

Merry Christmas, everyone.<\/p>\n

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