I’m embarking on a new
project on (the connection between) death and meaning, prompted by a
controversy central to the human enhancement debate, namely whether death (or more
precisely mortality) undercuts
meaning (as Max More and others have proclaimed) or whether it is, on the
contrary, a condition of meaning, so
that without death (i.e. the necessity to die) it would be impossible to lead a
meaningful life (as for instance Leon Kass has argued). Both sides in this
debate quite naturally assume that meaningfulness is a desirable quality. What
they disagree about is merely what is needed for there to be meaning in one’s
life. But is the fundamental assumption that they have in common really
convincing, namely that a life that “means” something is better (more worth
living) than a life that means nothing?

This sounds pretty
convincing. However, the whole argument rests on a conception of meaningfulness
that equates meaning with complete explicability and necessity, and I’m not
sure that we have to understand (objective?)
meaningfulness in those terms. Is a meaningful life necessarily one in which
there is an explanation, a good reason, for everything that happens and
everything we do? Is there no scope in a meaningful life for chance and choice?
Can our lives only be meaningful if the universe is deterministic, if human
freedom is an illusion? If that were the case, then it would indeed be strange if
we lamented the lack of meaning. However, Bellos himself seems to acknowledge
the possibility of understanding meaning in a different, non-deterministic way
when he argues that human life would appear “rather more absurd” and would “surely
seem quite futile” if everything we did “fit in with a higher scheme”. A life
that is not absurd and not futile - that is more or less what
we mean by a meaningful life. So the question is what makes a life not futile,
not absurd. I guess that most people would agree that we at least have to be
able to make our own choices, which also means that there must be the
possibility of failure, of not doing
the right thing. If things turned out to be fine no matter what we did, then
there doesn’t seem to be much point in doing it in the first place. That doesn’t
mean that the freedom to make one’s own choices is in itself sufficient to make
our lives meaningful. Perhaps there is something else required, but that
something doesn’t have to be a divine plan or any other kind of “higher scheme”.
I also don’t see why it should be the case that a life can only be meaningful
if everything matters in it, every
cup of tea we drink, every shoelace that breaks. Why can there not be things in
our lives that do not matter much or do not matter at all, pockets of
indifference as it were, while others matter a great deal (“outbreaks of
slaughter” for instance and how we react to them)?
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