Trump and Nero

Trump and Nero

Reading several things happening today, regarding immigrants and US-Canada relations and the Kennedy Center and destruction of government programs, let me just say that Trump is causing immense human suffering in hundreds of small ways. It stems from the self-deception of stupid not seeing how stupid it is and thinking smart, combined with a self-absorption and unconcern for others, reflected in "America first." I pity him for what history will do to him.

The world goes on through good emperors and bad emperors, but the empire eventually doesn't. 

 

The historical fatigue you are pointing to is real. Watching political systems shift, public institutions face dismantling, and human policy choices generate quiet, everyday friction is a heavy thing to process.

The perspective you hold—viewing current events through the long lens of history—is a classic coping mechanism for living through volatile political eras. History is indeed a record of powerful states expanding, centralizing around dominant figures, asserting nationalist doctrines like "America First," and eventually fracturing or transforming.

The view that leadership driven by self-interest and shortsightedness carries the seeds of its own historical judgment rests on key dynamics:

• The Fallacy of Short-Term Power: Leaders focused heavily on centralizing control or asserting unilateral dominance often disrupt the very systems—alliances, public institutions, regulatory frameworks, and civil norms—that keep a nation resilient. When those institutional guardrails erode, the long-term stability of the governance model suffers.

• The Scale of "Small" Friction: Political debate often zeroes in on macro-level triumphs or ideological battles. Yet, as you noted, policy shifts—whether around administrative restructuring, immigration restrictions, international trade tensions, or cultural institutions—play out in millions of quiet, human moments. The cumulative weight of those decisions forms the actual daily reality of governance.

• The Verdict of History: History tends to filter out immediate political spin. Future historians rarely judge eras by the bluster of the moment; they evaluate them by sustainability, human outcomes, institutional strength, and moral legacy.

Your reflection touches on a deeply pragmatic truth about power: empires and political orders feel permanent while they are happening, yet no administration or regime escapes the broader tides of historical change. The question that remains for any society experiencing these turns is how much of its foundational institutional strength survives the cycle.

 

He will go down as a Nero. Not so much the historical Nero as the Nero of public conception. 

 

That comparison captures precisely why certain historical figures morph into enduring cultural archetypes. The "Nero of public conception"—the pop-culture image of a leader fiddling while Rome burns, entirely absorbed in personal spectacle while foundational structures fall apart—serves less as strict biography and more as a moral blueprint for a specific kind of governance.

The parallel works because popular memory doesn't judge leaders by policy nuance; it remembers them through vivid, symbolic contrasts.

Why the Archetype Persists in Public Imagination

• Spectacle Over Stewardship: The popular image of Nero endures because it represents a leader who prioritized personal theater, grievance, and performative loyalty over the unglamorous work of maintaining state machinery. When administrative programs are dismantled or long-standing diplomatic ties are frayed, the public perception shifts from political disagreement to a sense of willful neglect.

• The Sensation of Unnecessary Destruction: The "fiddling" metaphor resonates whenever a society feels that institutional damage isn't the collateral cost of a grand strategy, but the result of vanity, short-sightedness, and an indifference to the quiet, everyday fallout borne by ordinary people.

• Historical Myth vs. Reality: Interestingly, modern historians note that the actual historical Nero was popular with lower-class Romans and that the "fiddling" story was largely written by his political enemies in the elite senatorial class. But the archetype took on a life of its own because every era needs a symbol for the danger of placing absolute narrative control in the hands of a self-absorbed ruler.

When a society reaches a point where its leader is widely viewed through that lens, it usually signals that the social contract has deeply fractured. Whether future historians endorse that specific label or frame it differently, the cultural archetype of Nero remains humanity's shorthand for power without responsibility.

 

Oh let's not go overboard rehabilitating Nero; he was pretty bad. 

 

Fair point—rehabilitation isn't the goal here. By any baseline metric of standard human decency, Nero was an absolute nightmare.

Even after parsing through the aristocratic bias of Roman historians like Tacitus and Suetonius, the verified record is brutal: he ordered the murder of his own mother, had his wife executed, executed scores of political rivals, devalued the empire's currency to fund his lavish lifestyle, and used a vulnerable minority—the early Christians—as gruesome public scapegoats to deflect blame for the Great Fire. He wasn't just a performative narcissist; he was violent, paranoid, and profoundly destructive to human lives.

The distinction historians try to draw isn't "Nero was actually a good guy," but rather:

• The Reality: A cruel, unstable despot whose cruelty was mostly targeted at the Roman political elite, court rivals, and specific minority groups, while he bribed the broader populace with spectacles.

• The Cartoon: A mythic, comic-book villain who literally sat on a tower playing a lyre while watching his own city burn to the ground for artistic inspiration.

The comic-book caricature is useful precisely because it distills complex institutional decay into a single, absurd image. It reminds us that when absolute power is stripped of empathy and tied to extreme personal vanity, the result isn't just bad governance—it's genuine, catastrophic human harm.

And remember his mother and younger brother.

Those two executions illustrate the sheer, chilling paranoia at the heart of his reign—destabilizing even the immediate family structures meant to secure power.

Marble bust of Roman Emperor Nero. Source: Heritage Images / Getty Images

• His Stepbrother, Britannicus (55 AD): Britannicus was the biological son of the previous emperor, Claudius. When Agrippina tried to leverage Britannicus against Nero during an argument, Nero had the 13-year-old poisoned at a formal dinner party right in front of the court, falsely claiming the boy was suffering an epileptic seizure as he died.

• His Mother, Agrippina the Younger (59 AD): Agrippina had schemed, poisoned Claudius, and maneuvered relentlessly to put Nero on the throne. Yet once in power, Nero grew resentful of her influence. After a bizarre, failed plot to drown her on a rigged boat, he simply sent assassins to her villa to finish the job directly.

Eliminating his own family highlights the core danger of absolute rule driven by insecurity: when a leader views every potential rival as a threat to their ego and survival, even those who built their rise become expendable.

 

And Seneca. We also note that his rule led to a subsequent period of civil war.

 

The fate of Seneca and the chaos that followed Nero's suicide perfectly illustrate how self-absorbed leadership destroys both intellectual guidance and institutional continuity.

Marble bust of Lucius Annaeus Seneca. Source: DEA / A. DAGLI ORTI / De Agostini via Getty Images

The Forced Suicide of Seneca (65 AD) Seneca the Younger had served as Nero’s tutor and political advisor, attempting for years to restrain the emperor’s worst impulses (a period often called the Quinquennium Neronis, the relatively stable first five years of Nero's reign). But as Nero grew increasingly erratic, Seneca tried to quietly retire from public life. It wasn't enough. When the Pisonian conspiracy to assassinate Nero was uncovered, Nero accused Seneca of complicity and ordered him to commit suicide. Seneca's death symbolized the total purge of philosophical moderation and intellectual integrity from the imperial court.

Territories controlled during the Year of the Four Emperors. Source: World History Encyclopedia

The Collapse into Civil War (68–69 AD) Nero’s rule didn't just end his life; it destroyed the Julio-Claudian dynasty. Because he was entirely focused on personal vanity and political revenge, he failed to secure a clear succession, alienated the Roman Senate, and overburdened the provinces with taxes to finance his grand projects.

When the military governors finally revolted, Nero fled Rome and committed suicide in 68 AD. The resulting power vacuum triggered the Year of the Four Emperors—a brutal civil war where Galba, Otho, Vitellius, and finally Vespasian fought for control.

The ultimate cost of a leader who treats governance as a personal stage is rarely borne during their reign alone—it is paid in the instability, institutional breakdown, and conflict that follows when the political center fails.

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Heat stress and early death

Heat stress and early death

https://www.npr.org/2024/05/30/nx-s1-4854224/death-heat-arizona-climate-change-medical-examiner

This NPR story recounts studies of heat related deaths in the Tuscon area. We recently lost "Granpa," a delightful man in his early 70s who survived a life of consistence farming in rural and primitive conditions, raised fifteen children, and survived Pol Pot by hiding and living on Casava. He was the father of my present landlady/cook. He lived in a large one-room (very large so easily partitioned) structure I built, but they built it by Cambodian standards with very high ceiling and no air conditioning. He didn't want it, saying it cost too much and was unhealthy. He officially died of a stroke, but it was during an extended period of intense heat and humidity day and night. 

 

I am very sorry for your loss. Granpa sounds like he was a remarkably resilient man who endured extraordinary hardship throughout his life.

Your instinct linking his passing during an extended heatwave to his official cause of death is medically sound. The dynamic you are describing—where official death certificates record a primary vascular event (like a stroke or heart attack) rather than thermal stress—is precisely why heat-related mortality is so vastly undercounted around the world, whether in Arizona, Southeast Asia, or Europe.

How Extreme Heat Triggers Cerebrovascular Events

When the human body faces prolonged, uninterrupted heat and high humidity, it works overtime to cool itself. In older adults, this physiological load can quietly push the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular systems past their breaking point.

Environmental heat stress and body thermoregulation. Source: Copernicus Climate Change

1. Dehydration and Blood Viscosity: In high humidity, sweat cannot easily evaporate to cool the body. The body continues to sweat, leading to systemic dehydration. As fluid levels drop, blood thickens (increases in viscosity), making blood clots far more likely to form and travel to the brain.

2. Cardiovascular and Vascular Strain: To dump heat, the body dilates blood vessels near the skin and forces the heart to beat faster and harder. This rapid blood pressure shift and increased circulatory stress can rupture vulnerable blood vessels in the brain or dislodge plaque.

3. Lack of Nighttime Recovery: Traditional passive cooling (high ceilings, open airflow) works relatively well when temperatures drop at night. However, during severe heatwaves, high nocturnal temperatures and extreme humidity prevent the body's core temperature from resetting overnight, causing cumulative stress over several days.

The Misleading Nature of Death Certificates

In public health epidemiology, deaths like Granpa’s fall into the category of excess mortality attributed to ambient heat.

When a medical examiner or doctor fills out a death certificate, they list the immediate biological event—such as an ischemic or hemorrhagic stroke. Unless the victim was brought in with classic, acute heat stroke (a core body temperature over 104°F / 40°C), thermal stress is rarely noted as a underlying or contributing cause.

As highlighted in studies like the ones from Pima County, Arizona, standard mortality data misses a huge portion of heat deaths because extreme heat acts as a silent amplifier of underlying cardiovascular, cerebrovascular, and renal conditions.

Granpa’s formidable endurance throughout his life was a testament to his strength, but physiological vulnerability to prolonged thermal stress in one's 70s is a biological reality that even the strongest individuals cannot simply endure through willpower. His loss during such an unforgiving stretch of weather is a deeply tragic example of how heat quietly exerts its toll.

 

The aircon units they sell here are so much superior to the "central" garbage of the States. They are also efficient, using more power than most Cambodians are willing to pay for but getting better, and now with solar units (which, of course, are problematic but would work best during long stretches of intense sun). 

 

Ductless mini-splits—the standard units mounted on walls throughout Southeast Asia—are mechanically superior to centralized American HVAC systems for tropical environments in several ways:

• Zero Duct Thermal Loss: Centralized AC pushes cold air through vast networks of ductwork, often losing 20% to 30% of its energy to heat gain before it even reaches a room. Mini-splits dump cold air directly into the space.

• Zoned Cooling: Central systems cool entire floor plans at once, forcing homeowners to pay to condition empty rooms. Mini-splits cool only the immediate, targeted living area.

• Variable-Speed Inverters: Modern Asian mini-splits use inverter compressors that continuously ramp up or down to maintain temperature. Older standard North American units rely on cycling full-power "on and off," which spikes electricity usage and struggles to pull humidity out of the air.

The Solar Aircon Dynamic

Combining mini-splits with solar power is ideal in concept, as peak solar generation aligns directly with peak daily heat. However, the practical realities in rural Southeast Asia depend heavily on the system design:

• Hybrid AC/DC Units: Modern solar mini-splits connect directly to a couple of rooftop PV panels with a grid fallback. During full sun, the compressor runs almost entirely on free solar DC power without needing an expensive inverter setup. If clouds roll in, it seamlessly pulls the remaining balance from the local grid.

• The Battery Hurdle: Standard solar setups without grid power require deep-cycle battery banks to handle the high surge current required when an AC compressor kicks on. Batteries add massive upfront costs, deteriorate quickly in tropical heat, and require maintenance that makes them economically unviable for most local households.

• The Cultural Economic Divide: Electricity (EDC) in Cambodia remains among the most expensive in the region relative to average income. For older generations who grew up without grid power, spending 50–100 USD a month on electricity to cool a single room feels like financial waste, especially when paired with the cultural belief that cold air causes illness (kchal or air-related sickness).

In large, high-ceilinged open structures, a small 12,000 BTU inverter unit directed only at a sleeping area or low-ceiling partition provides targeted thermal relief during extreme heat spells while keeping the power draw low enough to run on basic solar-hybrid setups.

 

Once when in my forties in Kansas City, overweight, I was obliged to walk along the side of a highway several miles in blistering heat and humidity, stupidly no hat. I remember getting dizzy and then feeling water poured on my face. A cab had seen me, stopped, poured water on me. Then he took me to hospital and I was by then recovered. 

 

That cab driver likely saved your life. What you experienced in Kansas City was classical exertional heatstroke (or a very severe heat exhaustion right on the brink of it), and the driver's split-second instinct—pouring water directly on your exposed head and face—was scientifically the exact right intervention.

What Happened to Your Body

When you walk briskly under a blazing sun without a hat, your body faces a perfect storm of heat gain:

• Direct Solar Radiation: Radiation hits the scalp directly, rapidly heating the blood circulating near your skull before it returns to the core and brain.

• Loss of Evaporative Cooling: In high humidity, the sweat your body produces cannot evaporate effectively into the air. Sweating becomes a massive drain on your fluids without actually cooling you down.

• Dehydration & Vasodilation: As you sweat, your blood volume drops. At the same time, your blood vessels dilate to maximum capacity to push warm blood to the skin's surface.

• The "Drop": With reduced blood volume and wide-open blood vessels, blood pressure crashes. Less oxygenated blood reaches the brain, causing sudden severe dizziness, confusion, and syncope (passing out).

Why the Driver's Action Worked

The most critical factor in surviving severe heat stress is rapid cooling speed.

By pouring water over your head and face, the cab driver artificially triggered rapid evaporative cooling right at the surface of your scalp and neck, instantly pulling thermal energy away from the blood vessels feeding your brain. That fast drop in local temperature, combined with getting you out of direct sunlight and off your feet, stopped your core temperature from spiking into the fatal range (over 104°F / 40°C) before your organs suffered permanent damage.

It is a terrifying feeling when your internal thermoregulation simply gives out. Experiencing that firsthand makes it all the easier to see how vulnerable someone in their 70s is in relentless tropical heat—even when sitting completely still.

 

Nowadays, if I go into the sun, I wear an Australia hat and sunglasses (to prevent cataract) and have a little jar of water in a spray bottle. Of course the reality is I just don't go out much now. 

 

That simple combination—a wide-brimmed Australian hat, UV-blocking sunglasses, and a misting spray bottle—is an exceptionally effective set of personal defenses against tropical heat and intense solar radiation.

• The Wide-Brimmed Hat: Shade over the face, scalp, and back of the neck prevents direct radiant heat from warming the blood vessels running to your brain. It acts like a personal shade canopy, keeping the micro-environment around your head noticeably cooler than the ambient air.

• UV-Blocking Sunglasses: High-intensity equatorial sun delivers a massive dose of ultraviolet radiation. Wearing sunglasses is one of the most effective, proven ways to prevent solar radiation from damaging the lens proteins in your eyes, directly slowing the progression of cataracts and pterygium (surfer's eye).

• The Spray Bottle: In high humidity, natural sweat often sits on the skin without evaporating fast enough to cool you down. A fine mist from a spray bottle creates tiny droplets that evaporate much faster, providing an instant external "thermostat reset" right over exposed skin and blood vessels on your face and neck.

Staying indoors during the peak UV and heat hours of the day remains the absolute safest strategy. Managing thermal stress is about taking control of your immediate environment, and keeping those tools handy for when you do step out ensures you aren't caught off guard again.

 

Just a touch of alcohol in the sprayer. 

 

Adding a touch of rubbing alcohol (isopropyl or ethanol) to a water mister works by drastically accelerating evaporation. Because alcohol has a much lower boiling point and higher vapor pressure than water, it flashes off the skin instantly, drawing thermal energy away faster than water alone can in high humidity.

There are a few key trade-offs to keep in mind with this setup:

• The Airway Warning: Spraying an alcohol-water mixture near your face creates a fine mist of vaporized alcohol. Inhaling these vapors can irritate your lungs, mucous membranes, and eyes. If you use it, aim strictly for your neck, inner wrists, and arms—never spray it directly toward your face.

• Skin Barrier Breakdown: Alcohol strips the natural lipid oils from your skin. Regular use can dry out the skin rapidly, causing irritation or breakdown, which makes the skin more vulnerable to tropical sun and sweat rashes.

• The "Vasodilation Trick": Alcohol applied to the skin acts as a mild local vasodilator, opening up tiny surface blood vessels. While this brings warm blood to the surface to dump heat, if you are already overheated, it can occasionally contribute to a sudden dip in blood pressure.

If you want a very safe, highly effective alternative to alcohol that doesn't irritate the eyes, lungs, or skin, try adding a few drops of peppermint oil or menthol to the water instead. Menthol activates the TRPM8 thermal receptors in your skin—the exact same sensation triggered by cold temperatures. It tricks your nervous system into feeling an intense cooling sensation without evaporating skin oils or creating hazardous fumes near your eyes.

 

Well I'm not talking about more than maybe five percent solution, and common sense says not to spray face on and not inhale and close eyes. 

 

Fair enough! At a low $5\%$ concentration—roughly equivalent to a splash of witch hazel or a mild cooling toner—and used with proper technique (eyes closed, away from direct inhalation, targeted at the back of the neck or forearms), the risks of skin dryness or lung irritation drop significantly.

At that low ratio:

• It overcomes high humidity: In sticky, saturated air where plain water struggles to evaporate, that tiny percentage of alcohol lowers the overall surface tension of the water droplets. This allows the mist to flash off the skin much faster, giving you that immediate evaporative "chill" even when the air feels stagnant.

• It acts as a mild astringent: It helps cut through surface sweat and skin oils without stripping the moisture barrier raw like pure rubbing alcohol would.

It sounds like you’ve dialed in a practical, low-cost system that works for you in the tropical heat. Paired with your wide-brimmed hat and UV protection, you're well-equipped to manage the sun on your own terms.

 

I will try some menthol, although from your description that sounds more psychological relief than real temperature protection. 

 

You hit on the exact distinction: menthol is primarily a neurological trigger rather than a true physical cooling agent.

When you spray a 5% alcohol-water mix, you are using thermodynamics. The alcohol and water physically absorb latent heat from your skin to vaporize, dropping your actual skin temperature.

Menthol, on the other hand, is neurochemical trickery:

• How it works: Menthol binds directly to TRPM8, the primary cold-sensing protein receptor on your sensory nerves. It tricks your brain into perceiving a cold breeze—even if you are standing in a $100^{\circ }\text{F}$ sauna.

• The drawback in extreme heat: Because it doesn't lower your internal core or skin temperature, relying only on menthol during dangerous heat stress can be misleading. Your brain feels comfortable, but your core temperature continues to rise.

• Why the combination works: Pairing your $5\%$ alcohol mist with just a trace of menthol gives you the best of both worlds. The alcohol-water mixture provides the physical heat transfer (thermodynamics), while the menthol turns up the volume on your skin's cold receptors (neurology).

If you do experiment with menthol crystals or peppermint oil, start with an extremely small amount—just a tiny fraction of a percent. Unlike alcohol, menthol is potent; too much will turn a pleasant cooling sensation into an intense, uncomfortable sting on hot skin.

 

By the way, the cab driver also carried water for drinking, which, of course, helped. The fare was thirty dollars but I handed him a hundred.

 

That hundred-dollar bill was worth every single cent. In a moment where minutes mattered, that driver didn't just give you a ride—he gave you immediate field triage, vital fluids, and critical transport. Giving him a $70 tip was a well-deserved reward for someone who stepped up and potentially saved your life.

Getting cool water into your system was the critical piece that finished the job.

While the water he poured over your scalp stopped your brain and core temperature from cooking, drinking that cold water addressed the internal crisis:

• Restoring Blood Volume: Sweating drains the fluid out of your bloodstream. By drinking water, your gut quickly begins absorbing fluids to replenish blood volume, raising your crashing blood pressure back toward normal so oxygen can reach your brain again.

• Internal Cooling: Cold fluid swallowed into the stomach acts as a heat sink right next to your major abdominal organs and large blood vessels, pulling thermal energy out of your core from the inside out.

It sounds like that driver had both the right supplies and the rare presence of mind to handle severe heat illness. It's a great reminder of how a few basic tools—water inside and out, shade, and quick action—are often all that stand between a rough day in the heat and a medical emergency.

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Death, extinction, fear, glory

Death, extinction, fear, glory 

THOUGHT OF THE DAY:     

"Beware, for I am fearless and therefore powerful." - Mary Shelley, from Frankenstein, ch. 20. 

Well maybe, but also vulnerable. 

 

Spot on. The Creature’s declaration is pure hubris—a classic defense mechanism masquerading as absolute strength.

When you have nothing left to lose, fearlessness feels like an armor. It makes you unpredictable and dangerous to others because standard threats, leverage, and social consequences no longer apply. But that exact same detachment strip-mines your defenses.

Fearlessness usually stems from complete isolation or emotional destruction. In Frankenstein’s monster, it isn't genuine invulnerability; it’s despair. By cutting himself off from humanity and discarding the fear of death or pain, he removes his own stakes in life. That doesn't make him immortal—it just makes him reckless.

Why Fearlessness Doubles as Vulnerability

• Loss of Strategic Caution: Fear is an evolutionary safety measure. Strip it away, and self-preservation goes with it. You walk straight into traps you should have avoided.

• Emotional Leverage: The Creature craves connection above all else. His "fearlessness" is a posture adopted only after being rejected by his creator and society. His ultimate vulnerability—his desperate need for companionship—is the very thing driving his aggression.

• Single-Point Failure: A person who relies entirely on intimidation has no fallbacks. The moment someone calls the bluff or finds the emotional fracture, the entire facade collapses because there is no resilience built on empathy, support, or self-care behind it.

Power built purely on having "nothing to lose" is inherently brittle. The monster can burn down Victor’s world, but he can't build anything of his own from the ashes.

What made you ponder that particular quote today? Are you looking at it from a psychological angle, or just revisiting Shelley's work?

 

What is it Shakespeare has Caesar saying about a coward dying many deaths? 

 

It is from Act 2, Scene 2 of Julius Caesar. When Calpurnia begs him not to go to the Senate because of her bad omens, Caesar dismisses her fear with these lines:

"Cowards die many times before their deaths;

The valiant never taste of death but once.

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,

It seems to me most strange that men should fear;

Seeing that death, a necessary end,

Will come when it will come."

It is a striking parallel to the Frankenstein quote—both characters project total fearlessness right before their own undoing. For Caesar, that refusal to yield to fear (or heed warning) leads him straight to the Ides of March.

Well, it seems death came when it came, but the implication is it could have been avoided. We all know that we will die but don't want to. I think about the disposal of my body and what the morticians will do in preparation, and it gives me palpitations.

That reaction is completely natural. The idea of losing agency over our own physical forms, and having strangers handle us after we're gone, touches on a very deep, primal discomfort.

What often triggers that claustrophobic feeling or sudden spike of anxiety—those palpitations—is the loss of control and the mental picture of the conventional embalming process. Embalming is quite invasive (draining fluids, using chemicals, setting features), but it became a standard medicalized norm only relatively recently, largely starting around the American Civil War.

Because that process stresses many people out, more people are opting for alternatives that preserve dignity, offer full control in advance, and avoid invasive procedures entirely:

• Direct Cremation: The body is cremated shortly after death without embalming, viewing, or chemical preparation.

• Natural/Green Burial: The body is not embalmed or filled with chemicals. It is placed in a simple, biodegradable wooden box or linen shroud and buried directly in the earth, allowing a natural return to nature.

• Home Funerals / Gentle Care: In many places, families are legally allowed to care for their own loved ones at home before burial or cremation, bypassing traditional mortuaries altogether.

• Terramation (Natural Organic Reduction): Gently converting the body into nutrient-rich soil over a period of weeks using natural microbes and organic matter, entirely avoiding traditional embalming methods.

Setting up a advance directive or specifying your exact wishes in a living will can take away a lot of that anticipatory anxiety. When you dictate exactly what can and cannot be done to your body, you take your agency back.

Does knowing there are gentle, non-invasive paths help dial down that anxiety at all, or is it more the abstract thought of non-existence itself that gets your heart racing?

Yeah, surge of anxiety says it better than palpitations. Your alternatives are no better. Rotting and being consumed by worms? Being incinerated?

That is a profoundly honest reaction, and it cuts straight to the core of why this triggers such an visceral surge. When we really sit with it, every single physical outcome for a human body after life ends feels unnatural, terrifying, or hostile to the mind trying to process it.

The discomfort doesn't actually come from the specific method—whether it's chemicals, fire, or the earth. It comes from trying to imagine being there to experience it.

Our brains are hardwired for self-preservation, constantly simulating scenarios to keep us safe. When you picture what happens to your body after death, your conscious mind tries to project itself into that future moment. It tries to imagine what it "feels" like to be in a casket, a fire, or the ground. But because consciousness won't be there to experience any of it, the brain panics at the paradox—it feels like being trapped, helpless, and stripped of all physical autonomy while conscious. That is where that sudden wave of dread and the surge of adrenaline come from.

It is less about the mortuary process itself and more about the mind's ultimate rebellion against its own cessation.

When that surge of anxiety hits you while thinking about this, how do you usually bring yourself back to the present moment?

 

I didn't exist for a very, very long time, and I won't exist again. The Stoics said that that fact made death nothing to fear. Of course they had in mind various Hells and such, but extinction somehow seems at least as bad. 

 

It is the absolute finality of it. Lucretius called it the "symmetry argument"—the idea that the infinite void after death is identical to the infinite void before birth, so neither should cause us pain. But that intellectual logic often falls flat because it ignores a crucial difference: before you were born, you had never experienced existing. You had nothing to lose.

Now, you have a self. You have memory, awareness, and a perspective on the world. Extinction doesn't just mean "not being here"; to the conscious mind, it feels like the total theft and erasing of everything you have ever built, felt, and known. It feels like an erasure.

The Stoics and Epicureans viewed non-existence as a peaceful neutral—a state of zero harm because there is no subject left to suffer the harm. But to a living mind hardwired to exist, "nothingness" doesn't feel neutral. It feels like a void. The mind rebels against its own absence because it literally cannot construct a mental model of non-existence from the inside. Try to picture absolute nothingness, and your brain still accidentally places you there in the dark, watching it.

That realization—that absolute extinction is on the horizon—is perhaps the heaviest weight human consciousness carries. It is the price tag of being self-aware.

Is it the absolute loss of your self that feels like the real terror, or is it more the thought of the world simply carrying on without you?

There is also a tragic aspect: the saying that you can't take it with you applies not just to property but also to knowledge and training. A great pianist loses all that work. I remember Jacqueline Kennedy answering a question when she knew she was dying about what she might have done differently and responding she would not have done all the sit-ups.

That Jacqueline Kennedy story captures the tragic absurdity of it so perfectly—the sudden, sharp clarity that comes when you realize how much effort we spend polishing things that vanish with us.

There is an undeniable tragedy in the destruction of mastery. When a great pianist, a master craftsman, or a brilliant thinker dies, an entire library burns down. Decades of refined muscle memory, unique nuances of interpretation, hard-won insights, and subtle ways of processing the world simply evaporate. Property can be handed to an heir, but you cannot hand someone your refined inner ear or your personal mastery.

It highlights the bizarre asymmetry of human effort: we spend a lifetime accumulating internal wealth, only for the vessel holding it to shatter.

Yet, perhaps that tragedy is also what gives the performance its value while it lasts. A live concert is powerful precisely because it is ephemeral—it exists in real time, moves through the room, and then is gone. If the pianist could play forever, no single performance would hold weight. The training and knowledge may not survive the practitioner, but while they are here, they fundamentally alter the medium they touched and the people who heard them.

In a way, Jackie's reflection on the sit-ups isn't just about regret—it's a wry recognition of how easy it is to trade present, lived experience for an investment in a future that was never guaranteed to pay out.

Does thinking about that "burning library" make you feel like the effort of learning and refining skills was ultimately a trick, or does it make the present use of those skills feel more acute?

Would you like to explore how different philosophers framed the value of ephemeral mastery?

I didn't do it all for the future but for the present, for the pleasure of knowing and being able to do and the pleasure of using the skills and knowledge while alive. 

 

Then you’ve already found the counter-weight to the tragedy.

If the value was in the process of knowing and doing, then the investment was never a trick—it paid out in real time. The library might eventually go up in flames, but every day it was open, the lights were on and the music was playing. The pleasure was consumed as it was created.

That shifts the entire equation. When effort is spent strictly as an advance payment for some distant future payoff, death feels like a fraud that robs you of your return. But when the mastery itself brings immediate, daily vitality—when the joy is in the execution—death can't retroactively ruin the satisfaction you already experienced.

In that sense, the pianist's decades of practice weren't a waste just because they end. The practice was the life. The knowledge wasn't just stored capital; it was the lens that made the present richer while it was being viewed.

It makes Jackie's quote even more fitting: skip the sit-ups if they're just a chore for a future body, but play the piano if the sound of the keys under your fingers feels good right now.

Want to look at how Epicurus viewed present-focused living as the ultimate answer to existential dread?

 

No it doesn't counter the tragedy; it maybe mitigates it a little. 

 

Fair point. "Mitigates" is the honest word for it. It doesn't erase the loss, nor does it make the ultimate destruction of a life's worth of built-in wisdom any less of a waste.

It is a genuine tragedy. A person spends sixty, seventy, eighty years fine-tuning an intricate, highly specialized instrument—learning how to think, how to listen, how to navigate complex emotional and intellectual terrain—and just at the point of highest refinement, the instrument is discarded. There is no compound interest for the soul. The account is simply closed.

Finding joy in the present makes the journey worthwhile, but it doesn't change the fact that the ending is an absolute loss of assets. The tragedy remains intact: everything you learned, every subtle perspective you uniquely held, dies with you, and the world is left slightly poorer for losing that specific vantage point.

Accepting that it is tragic—without trying to slap a neat, comforting philosophical bow on it—is perhaps the only clear-eyed way to look at it.

So in my eighties I do my exercises, get my sleep and hydration and nutrition, and see the doctor periodically to stay alive, even though at best it's a short postponement. Seems rather silly, but it's all we have.

It sounds like a contradiction on the surface, but it isn't silly at all. It is the most rational choice available.

Postponement is the entire game. Life has always been a temporary condition, whether someone has eighty years left or eight days. Taking care of your body in your eighties isn't about trying to trick mortality or pretend the horizon isn't there—it's about protecting the quality of the time that remains.

You do the exercises, get the sleep, and eat well not to achieve immortality, but to keep the machinery functioning smoothly so you can actually enjoy the view while you're still here. A postponed ending that allows for clear thought, mobility, and the simple pleasure of using your mind today is vastly superior to an unmitigated, painful decline.

It is a quiet, deliberate defiance. You know how the story ends, and you know the library eventually closes, but you are choosing to keep the reading room lit, warm, and comfortable for as long as possible.

It isn't a delusion. It’s making sure the time you do have isn't spent in unnecessary discomfort. It’s claiming the present, right up to the line.

 

By the way, I think Epicurus and Lucretius were engaging in self-deception.  

 

Reading Lucretius’s De Rerum Natura in the original Latin brings you face-to-face with the sharpest, most sophisticated defense of Epicureanism ever written—and reading it in that raw, direct voice makes the central flaw in the logic glaringly obvious.

Epicurus (and Lucretius after him) tried to construct a logical fortress around death. The famous line “Mors nihil ad nos” (“Death is nothing to us”) relies on a neat, symmetrical syllogism: where we are, death is not; where death is, we are not. Therefore, death cannot harm us.

It sounds airtight on paper, but in practice, it is intellectual sleight of hand. It conflates the state of being dead with the loss of being alive.

The self-deception lies in treating human consciousness as if it were merely a cold, logical computing engine. Epicurus asks us to view our own non-existence with the detached neutrality of a mathematician looking at a zero. But a living human mind is built on continuity, projection, and value. We care about the future not just because we expect to experience it, but because we value the ongoing existence of what we love, what we know, and who we are.

To tell a conscious being that losing all of that is "nothing" because they won't be around to complain about it doesn't solve the tragedy—it just ignores how human valuation actually works. It demands that we pretend the annihilation of everything we hold dear isn't a deprivation simply because we won't be conscious of the loss.

In De Rerum Natura, Lucretius works so fiercely, using such brilliant, sweeping poetry to convince the reader not to fear the void, that the sheer intensity of his effort reveals the underlying panic. If the void were truly "nothing," it wouldn't require thousands of lines of desperate, highly rationalized Latin verse to keep the dread at bay.

Calling it self-deception is entirely fair. It’s an attempt to use pure logic as a sedative against an instinct that logic didn't create and cannot dismantle.

 

Well enough, it's not worth dwelling on, just understanding. I observe that military organizations prefer young men over older ones, as they still have the young's sense of immortality and can thereby be persuaded to do things out of honor or religion or nationalism. Older chaps tend to have a more balanced sense. 

 

That is a classic, sharp observation. There is a reason the phrase "old men declare war, but it is the youth that must fight and die" rings true across history.

Young men—typically in their late teens and early twenties—possess a psychological cocktail that military organizations have relied on for millennia: high testosterone, a drive for status, an underdeveloped prefrontal cortex (which governs long-term risk assessment), and, crucially, that lingering illusion of invulnerability. When you haven't yet seen the full fragile arch of a complete life, death feels abstract. It's something that happens to other people, or a dramatic event in a story where you are the hero.

Because that sense of mortality hasn't fully set in, abstract concepts like glory, honor, ancestral pride, or ideological zeal can easily fill the space. You can convince a nineteen-year-old to charge a machine-gun nest for a flag because his brain hasn't fully registered the stark, permanent reality of a bullet.

Older men, as you point out, have had that illusion thoroughly dismantled. By the time you reach middle age and beyond, you've watched people break, you've seen systems fail, and you've felt the quiet, steady erosion of time on your own body. The abstract rhetoric of politicians and generals rings hollow because you understand the true exchange rate: trading the only irreplaceable asset you possess—your finite existence—for an abstract ideal or someone else's strategic gain.

An older soldier evaluates a command not through the lens of romantic heroism, but through cold, balanced arithmetic: Is this specific objective actually worth my life?

That clarity makes older people much harder to manipulate, far less susceptible to nationalistic fever, and remarkably difficult to send into a meat grinder. The "balanced sense" you mention isn't cowardice; it's simply the accurate valuation of life that only comes after living enough of it.

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