A lot of my blog posts concern the topic of life after death. But lately I've started to wonder whether the postmortem survival of the personality is actually that important.
This may seem like a strange thing to say. After all, what could be more important to us on a personal level than our own survival? And yet, I've begun to feel that the personality itself is not so important; and if the personality doesn't matter too much, then the survival of the personality after death doesn't matter much, either.
Now, I still think there is a very large accumulation of evidence supporting the after-death survival of the individual's personality. I'm not disputing that evidence or the most parsimonious conclusion to be drawn from it -- namely, that personal survival is a reality in many (possibly all) instances. I'm just wondering how much it really matters.
From a philosophical standpoint, it matters a great deal. Postmortem survival has major implications for the nature of the universe -- for the nature of reality as such. And there are ethical implications, as well. If the "life review" that near-death experiencers report is a reality, then the Golden Rule takes on a newfound immediacy. Moreover, at least some of the malaise and anomie that afflict modern society are probably traceable to the lack of belief in a higher meaning or purpose to life. The view that a human being is nothing but a collection of chemicals, temporarily activated and then deactivated, is hardly conducive to a high-flown sense of moral purpose.
But I'm not looking at the question from that standpoint right now. I'm looking at it from a purely personal standpoint. And it seems to me, at least at certain moments, that the personality itself -- or the ego, or the self -- is a somewhat artificial and trivial construct, a collection of repetitive behaviors and engrained attitudes. And if this is all the personality is, then the survival of the personality -- the survival of this assemblage of quirks and tics -- seems considerably less urgent. In fact, there are some occasions when the idea of my personality, my constricted little realm of self-centered thoughts, persisting eternally is rather depressing to me.
Of course, a consistent theme of spiritualist writings is that we go through various changes in the afterlife and evolve into higher, less egoic beings. Still, if we carry the residue of our earthly lives -- our memories, beliefs, and attachments -- then we will continue to be caged in the tight, confining space of our ego, at least to some extent. If we lose all of our earthly memories, beliefs, and attachments, and with them the ego itself, then how can "we" be said to have survived at all?
We probably all have times when we get tired of being ourselves. But at least we know that our earthly existence is of limited duration, so we won't have to put up with ourselves forever! Ah, but here's the rub: what if we do have to put up with ourselves forever? What if we're destined to persist throughout many eons, perhaps growing and changing in some ways, but still essentially ourselves? Is this a desirable outcome?
Sometimes I think it is, but at other times I must admit to thinking that simple nonexistence -- or perhaps losing one's own identity and merging with a universal mind -- would be, in Hamlet's words, "a consummation devoutly to be wished."
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