well i'm reading this and agreeing with you even though it's not the case for me. I agree about the meaningless pursuit of pleasure. I agree about the surrounded by death part.
However I'm not sure I see how it's honoring or dishonoring ancestors. I love the idea of ancestors watching from another dimension, but is this what you are saying? or am i keeping my own score in my head of my ancestral honor? how does this work.
Proof of work. Millions of lives survived long enough to reproduce so that you could be here. They survived war, famine, rape, murder, disease, predators, harsh climates, betrayal, the worst atrocities humans and nature are capable of committing, all to bring you the gift of life. You stand at the end of that proof of work chain and it’s up to you if you produce a new block or let the entire chain die.
Whether they are watching from beyond or not I can’t say, but I’m also inclined to believe they are.
That’s just you projecting your feelings on it. Cool pov, but if you don’t want kids/never planned too then it is more or less an irrelevant opinion, for others have kids so the entire chain doesn’t die so 🤷♂️🤝
No. That’s the literal genetic reality. The human tree doesn’t die, but your specific branch does. That’s the reality of the situation.
I have siblings with offspring?
> I'm not sure I see how it's honoring or dishonoring ancestors.
In some cultures, particularly Asian, the family is the core social unit with elders (and obviously, ancestors) playing a central role in maintaining family unity and traditions. On the extreme, if you dishonor your family/ancestors, you are a 'nobody', a pariah.
It's a concept probably difficult for (some) Western people to understand.
/"Western people to understand this": Not being condescending.
so this is a commonly held concept in certain cultures. are these ancestors interacting with you on some level or rejoin you after death/etc?
Recently I had a dream of being in my late grandmother's presence and no words were spoken but I had a profound sense of her distant, unattached disapproval. This The feeling was so different from memories of her as proud, loving, caring and concerned, that I'm still pondering over the meaning.
