Although the guises may differ, people who study history are no less doomed to repeat it than those who don’t. The reason for this circumstance is not so mystifying once we are prepared to acknowledge that the apprehension of death, and the necessity to mitigate that apprehension, always has and always will prompt and shape virtually every human activity. If our responses to the prospect of death can, for sure, be benign and creative—can, for example, result in works of art that will survive our demise—they are, as often as not, malignant. And this is a grim reality that despite lessons from the past we are compelled to perpetuate. Let me try to explain. When F. Scott Fitzgerald remarked that ”In [the] dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning,” he was talking about the fundamental burden of human existence, of the terror that inhabits a life that is aware of its fate. To live with just a modicum of equanimity that terror has to be managed, and what we do to this end is we bury it. We repress it. But notwithstanding our success at repressing an all consuming death dread—even to the point of becoming apparently heedless of death’s inevitability—our trepidation never entirely disappears. Indeed, it remains subconsciously constant and dynamic and, however incognizant we may be of its processes and consequences, it is the determining force behind all manner of destructive behavior. Simply put, beings who know they will die cannot withstand extended periods of amity. Unable to confront the ultimate evil of death directly, it’s essential to have enemies, enemies that can be confronted. We need, that is, human surrogates for evil who are at the very least potentially vanquishable. Persons of races, cultures, religions, nationalities and sexual orientations different from ours serve this purpose well. Through our hostile engagement with these designated embodiments of evil, we simulate what constitute symbolic struggles with death, struggles that absorb and preoccupy us and that allow us, when we win, to experience the pleasure of securing what feels like a victory over death. Pleasure, as Epicurus noted, is the absence of pain, and pain is definable not merely as physical suffering but also as fear and anxiety. The eradication of manufactured adversaries affords us the sensation of killing our own death. Of course, since the basic problem still exists, our elation in these contrived instances is transitory. It wears off. We are forced then to make new enemies. (When we lose we may feel as good as dead, may enter a profound depression that will not lift until we identify fresh villains with whom to do combat. And while I’m in the aside of a parentheses, I don’t think it’s farfetched to suggest that what we really mean by the “social contract” is the unspoken agreement to supply one another with antagonists for the battle with mortality.) Born in 1939, only a couple of decades after the “war to end all wars,” I’ve been a witness to World War Two, the Holocaust, the dropping of the atom bomb, the Korean War, the Cuban Missile Crisis and Vietnam, not to mention 9/11, the invasion of Iraq, genocides, assassinations and countless mass murders. All of these travesties were intended to enable their perpetrators to deny their abominable destinies. The Donald Trump administration is among the most current of such travesties. Should I last a little longer I’m quite likely to attend the disintegration of democracy itself. In the prominent case of Trump, and following what I’ve attempted to describe, we can clearly see why he ascended to the presidency in 2016 and why (barring genuinely intolerable investigative revelations—I write this in late winter of 2019) he may yet win again in 2020. What Trump did was address our very deepest requirement, the necessity to mollify the anticipation of extinction. He accomplished this by providing scapegoats for our untenable predicament. Mexicans, Muslims and an "illegitimate" black president were responsible for the jeopardy in which we find ourselves. His posture in this respect was, I’d argue, more crucial to his election than his promises of jobs and economic security. Hillary Clinton, on the other hand, offered programs and policies that, devoid of monsters posing existential threats, were limited to the wholly rational. Contrary to how it may often appear, people do vote in their best interest. Hillary failed to recognize what, at bottom, we truly want. I don’t know what man made horrors await the planet in the coming years. I do know that they’ll be impervious to history, that they'll be abundant and that the unacceptability of death will be at their root.
Perhaps we need to rethink our perception of death, then. I don't see it as the ultimate evil. It is just a part of what life in this Universe is. I'm not scared of not existing. I also know that however many human enemies I vanquish, I am still going to die. Perhaps everyone should stop repressing that knowledge. Also, I disagree with Epicurus. I don't think that pleasure is the absence of pain. For some people it might be, but for masochists it isn't. I think the lack of "peace on Earth" is due to the strategy we have for the game of trying to achieve it. The current strategy seems to be: find out the Truth, then make everyone around us believe the same Truth. When the Truths of others conflict with ours we seem to have to deepen the conflict in defense. I'd suggest a "new" strategy where we find our Truths, share the ideas, but when the ideas conflict, we love each other anyway. And by "love each other", I don't mean we have to love everyone in the same way we love our close friends and family.. Just that we should always think and act from a place of love. Let go of the fear that someone else's Truth differing from our own is such a threat.
Let's assume our human eyes can not see color as we can now. It's already known that humans can not fully "see" everything on the Earth. So we don't see black or white. As far as we know we are all the same shade. Now let's assume there is no religion. No hell below us as John Lennon said. Without race and religion the human race has so little to fight about. Maybe wealth or natural resources. An issue that is going to get bigger as access to clean water and land not under water is harder to come by. This is why I am hopeful humans have the ability to live in peace. We have the ability to move past such trivial things. With the example of religion Islam, Judaism, and Christianity all seek the same peace and love. The difference is only a few men. Jews- There has never been a messiah but there will be Christian- There is a messiah his name was Jesus Islam- Jesus was an important guy. It's just that this Allah guy is more important. We are all the same.
It sure is a shock to the system, at least it was for me, when you become aware that you will die someday. It's not hard to fathom that people will lash out. It's a way to protect oneself, to say that others are weaker than you. If they're the weak ones, you must be strong. From bullying to war, it's an act of denial.
