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That’s fucking stupid. To say that a sodium pump in one of my cells trading out a sodium ion for another sodium ion or potassium ion, or anything else is the equivalent of death is fundamentally stupid. To go above that and say that having a cell die and be replaced by a newer cell is tantamount to my death is also stupid. The basic premise of your existential crisis doesn’t make any sense, and even if it did, why not take the path of the man in the comic? Present self has no right to kill future self, nor any reason to do so. Even if you are right, there are a million moments of happiness and contentment that future you can experience, even if they are ultimately fleeting, and even if their existence is ultimately fleeting.
Yeah, I think that the comic is pretty dumb, the conception of hedonism is dumb, and his life being essentially a day-laboring hermit doesn’t sound great, but beyond that, I don’t see this as an existential thing at all. You continue living continuously, no matter how many individual cells of yours die. And if you live for a while, you’ll recognize that who you are and how you see the world changes over time too. The way you process things changes, the way you live changes. I can look back and see my life 20 years ago completely differently than the one 10 years ago, which is also completely different than my life now. I am the same. The same person, the same consciousness, but also, different.
Change does not equal death, if anything change equals life. All living things are in a state of continuous change.
