QUOTE (Lionhearted @ Aug 22 2015, 12:54 PM)
You got any tips for that? My mortality is a big component of my anxiety disorder
I'm flattered and will try to say something of value.
This is one of those things that is a bit hard to articulate over the internet. After all mortality is one of the primal and most profound fears of humankind going back thousands of years. And grappling with it has been a long, difficult, and messy process, where it's a bit personal to put it on a message board, to say the least.
That being said I feel like in this day and age so much is said or expressed that is meaningless frivolity while the serious questions are deferred. Surely to hold a discussion of true value is a pinprick of light in the darkness of our misguided society. So I'll post what my gut tells me could be appropriate for the venue, but if you want to jump in and discuss in more detail simply PM me and I'll be happy.
Ultimately what it really comes down to is accepting mortality. This is easier said than done because our society is so very wayward in this regard. We venerate youth, discriminate against the aged, and death is hidden deep within the bowls of a healthcare system from whence people normally accept miracles. Earlier societies all over the world were very accepting of mortality. Babies less than a year old had a relatively high probability of dying and communities expected this so there are many examples around the world of the first birthday being a major celebration. If we look at medieval art examples from Japan and from Europe we can see the theme of mortality and the inherent vanity of life eloquently expressed in visual, poetic, and literary mediums.
So, I think one element of wisdom in this regard is to realize that our current consumerist society purveys folly. All the unspoken attitudes and expectations that exist regarding life and death are basically backwards, even pre-medieval.
The problem is that simply intellectualizing this is different from experiential wisdom and by itself does not really offer a solution to the fear. I feel like in my case I was able to start to address this because at one point in time I had worked in a healthcare related job so I was able to see illness and mortality firsthand. I had to see and work with these realities in order to shatter and renounce the consumerist immortalist lies constantly perpetuated by today's Western society.
I think the next element is to realize the relationships between ego, and how one identifies oneself, with fear of both mortality and fear of change or uncertainty. People fear death because they identify their essential essence with their personality, circumstances, experience, and knowledge at any given time. Death and to a lesser extent change represents a negation of that identity. This was eloquently expressed towards the end of the play Peer Gynt:
https://archive.org/stream/peergyntdramatic...seuoft_djvu.txtThe full relevant text is in the spoiler tag (I guess the classical style of writing is really long winded) but here is the crux of it:
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But the other idea to be swallowed up
Like a speck in a mass of strange material
This ladle business losing all
The attributes that make a Gynt
That fills my inmost soul with horror !
BUTTON-MOULDER. But, my dear Peer, there is no need
For you to make so great a fuss
About so small a thing ; because
You never yet have been yourself.
What difference can it make to you
If, when you die, you disappear ?
[ Spoiler ]
SCENE VII
Another part of the moor.
PEER GYNT [singing]. A sexton! a sexton! Where are you all ?
Open your bleating mouths and sing !
We've bands of crape tied round our hats,
And plenty of corpses for burying !
[The BUTTON-MOULDER, carrying his box of tools and a big
casting-ladle, comes in by a side path.
BUTTON-MOULDER. Well met, gaffer !
PEER GYNT. Good evening, my friend !
BUTTON-MOULDER. You seem in a hurry. Where are you going ?
PEER GYNT. To a funeral.
BUTTON-MOULDER. Really? My sight's not good-
Excuse me is your name by any chance Peer ?
PEER GYNT. Peer Gynt's my name.
BUTTON-MOULDER. What a piece of luck !
It was just Peer Gynt I was looking for.
PEER GYNT. Were you? What for?
BUTTON-MOULDER. Well, as you see,
I am a button-moulder ; and you
Must be popped into my Casting-ladle.
PEER GYNT. What for ?
BUTTON-MOULDER. So as to be melted down.
PEER GYNT. Melted ?
BUTTON-MOULDER. Yes ; it's clean and it's empty.
Your grave is dug and your coffin ordered ;
Your body will make fine food for worms ;
But the Master's orders bid me fetch
Your soul at once.
PEER GYNT. Impossible !
Like this ? without the slightest warning ?
BUTTON-MOULDER. Alike for funerals and confinements
The custom is to choose the day
Without giving the slightest warning
To the chief guest of the occasion.
PEER GYNT. Quite so. My head is going round !
You are ?
BUTTON-MOULDER. You heard ; a button-moulder.
PEER GYNT. I understand ! A favourite child
Is called by lots of names. Well, Peer,
So that's to be the end of your journey!
Still, it's a scurvy trick to play me.
I deserved something a little kinder.
I'm not so bad as perhaps you think ;
I've done some little good in the world.
At worst I might be called a bungler,
But certainly not an out-and-out sinner.
BUTTON-MOULDER. But that is just the point, my man.
In the highest sense you're not a sinner ;
So you escape the pangs of torment
And come into the Casting-ladle.
PEER GYNT. Oh, call it what you like a ladle
Or the bottomless pit it's just the same !
Ginger is always hot in the mouth,
Whatever you may be pleased to call it.
Satan, away !
BUTTON-MOULDER. You are not so rude
As to think that I've a cloven hoof?
PEER GYNT. Cloven hoof or fox's claws
Whichever you like. So now pack off!
Mind your own business, and be off!
BUTTON-MOULDER. My friend, you're under a great delusion.
We're both in a hurry ; so, to save time,
I'll try to explain the matter to you.
You are, as you yourself have said,
Nothing great in the way of a sinner
Scarcely a middling one, perhaps
PEER GYNT. Now you are talking reasonably.
BUTTON-MOULDER. Wait a bit ! I think it would be going
Too far to call you virtuous
PEER GYNT. I certainly don't lay claim to that.
BUTTON-MOULDER. Well, then, say, something betwixt and between.
Sinners in the true grand style
Are seldom met with nowadays ;
That style of sin needs power of mind
It's something more than dabbling in mud.
PEER GYNT. That's perfectly true ; one should go at it
With something of a Berserk's fury.
BUTTON-MOULDER. You, on the contrary, my friend,
Took sinning lightly.
PEER GYNT. Just, my friend,
A little mud-splashed, so to speak.
BUTTON-MOULDER. Now we're agreed. The bottomless pit
Is not for you who played with mud.
PEER GYNT. Consequently, my friend, I take it
That I may have your leave to go
Just as I came ?
BUTTON-MOULDER. Oh, no, my friend-
Consequently you'll be melted down.
PEER GYNT. What's this new game that you've invented
While I have been abroad ?
BUTTON-MOULDER. The practice
Is just as old as the Creation,
And was invented for the purpose
Of keeping things up to the standard.
You know in metal work, for instance,
It sometimes happens that a casting
Turns out a failure, absolutely
Buttons are turned out without loops.
What would you do in such a case ?
PEER GYNT. I'd throw the trash away.
BUTTON-MOULDER. Exactly,
Your father had the reputation
Of reckless wastefulness as long
As he had anything to waste.
The Master, on the other hand,
Is economical, you see,
And therefore is a man of substance.
He never throws away as useless
A single thing that may be dealt with
As raw material. Now, you
Were meant to be a gleaming button
On the World's waistcoat, but your loop
Was missing ; so you've got to go
Into the scrap-heap, to be merged
Into the mass.
PEER GYNT. But do you mean
That I've got to be melted down
With any Tom and Dick and Harry
And moulded fresh ?
BUTTON-MOULDER. That's what I mean.
That's what we've done to not a few.
It's what they do at the mint with money
When the coin is too much worn with use.
PEER GYNT. But it's simply disgusting niggardliness !
My dear friend, won't you let me go ?
A loopless button a smooth-worn coin
What are they to a man of your master's substance ?
BUTTON-MOULDER. The fact of your having a soul's enough
To give you a certain intrinsic value.
PEER GYNT. No, I say ! No ! With tooth and nail
I'll fight against it ! I'd rather, far,
Put up with anything than that !
BUTTON-MOULDER. But what do you mean by "anything"?
You must be reasonable, you know ;
You're not the sort that goes to Heaven
PEER GYNT. I'm humble ; I don't aim so high
As that ; but I'm not going to lose
A single jot of what's myself.
Let me be sentenced in ancient fashion ;
Send me to Him with the Cloven Hoof
For a certain time say, a hundred years,
If the sentence must be a very severe one.
That's a thing I dare say one might put up with ;
The torture would then be only moral,
And perhaps, after all, not so very tremendous.
It would be a transition, so to speak,
As the fox said. 1 If you wait there comes
Deliverance and you may get back ;
Meanwhile you hope for better days.
1 " As the fox said when they skinned him." A Norwegian proverb.
But the other idea to be swallowed up
Like a speck in a mass of strange material
This ladle business losing all
The attributes that make a Gynt
That fills my inmost soul with horror !
BUTTON-MOULDER. But, my dear Peer, there is no need
For you to make so great a fuss
About so small a thing ; because
You never yet have been yourself.
What difference can it make to you
If, when you die, you disappear ?
PEER GYNT. Vve never been myself! Ha ! ha !
You almost make me laugh. Peer Gynt
Anything but himself! No, no,
Friend Button-moulder, you are wrong ;
You're judging blindly. If you searched
My inmost being you would find
I'm Peer right through, and nothing else.
BUTTON-MOULDER. Impossible. Here are my orders.
See, they say : " You will fetch Peer Gynt.
He has defied his destiny.
He is a failure, and must go
Straight into the Casting-ladle."
PEER GYNT. What nonsense ! It must surely mean
Some other Gynt. Are you quite sure
That it says Peer ? not John, or Rasmus ?
BUTTON-MOULDER. I melted them down long ago.
Now, come along and don't waste time.
PEER GYNT. No, that I won't ! Suppose to-morrow
You found that it meant some one else ?
That would be pleasant ! My good man,
You must be careful, and remember
What a responsibility
BUTTON-MOULDER. I've got my orders to protect me.
PEER GYNT. Give me a little respite, then !
BUTTON-MOULDER. What for ?
PEER GYNT. I will find means to prove
That, all my life, I've been myself;
That is, of course, the point at issue.
BUTTON-MOULDER. Prove it ? But how ?
PEER GYNT. With witnesses
And testimonials.
BUTTON-MOULDER. I fear
That you won't satisfy the Master.
PEER GYNT. I'm quite sure that I shall ! Besides,
We'll talk about that when the time comes.
Dear man, just let me have myself
On loan for quite a little while.
I will come back to you. We men
Are not born more than once, you know,
And naturally we make a fight
To keep the self with which we came
Into the world. Are we agreed ?
BUTTON-MOULDER. So be it. But, remember this :
At the next crossroads we shall meet.
(PEER GYNT runs off. )
Note how the Button Moulder tells Gynt that he has never been himself! THIS is the key point! Any sense of permanent or enduring identity is not real. It is an abstraction created by your mind. A big part of the pain and fear concerning mortality and change is the idea that the true self is being violated by changing circumstances that have the power to change the self. But the truth is that the self is nothing but a construct and that construct is doomed because circumstances will change and any given self cannot be sustained indefinitely. Change could be death but it could be something as banal as a change in income, the loss of a major prized possession, or emergence of a medical problem.
The artificial construct of personal identity affects not only the self but relationships with other people. It is a source of conflict when two people hold senses of identity that they feel is impugned by the other. Someone can only be my enemy due to his circumstances and needs in relation to mine.
This was actually expressed by Bruce Lee in the deleted scene from Enter The Dragon:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lyl71WihT-AQUOTE
"There is no opponent."
"And why is that?"
"Because the word 'I' does not exist."
...
"You must remember the enemy has only images and illusions, behind which he hides his true motives. Destroy the image and you will break the enemy.
If you can ultimately destroy the images and illusions that make up how you understand and experience the world, the Enemy will be broken, because the word "I" does not exist.
My current understanding is that the only way to do all this is a combination of living with strong morality (because immoral actions tend to relate to clinging and ego aggrandizement) and serious, energetic daily practice of sitting insight meditation. Lots of meditation is the only way I am aware of to directly experience everything I alluded to and thus make it real instead of all this stuff just being a brittle intellectual game.
Complex Western intellectual philosophies (much of the stuff you would have read about in college if you were a liberal arts major) do not really work because due to their nature they tend to melt in your mind, becoming unusable, given high enough prolonged stress levels.
Essentially, the solution is pursuit of gnosis that moves beyond purely the intellectual.
And, let's relate this to role playing games. I think there's a metaphor that can be had here. Some players (perhaps you know one or more like this) will get upset, throw a hissy fit, go home, or even threaten to commit suicide if their player character is killed, destroyed, loses their magic sword, gets statistically crippled, or if something happens in game that they feel majorly violates their sense of who the player character is.
Why do they act this way? Because on some level they have a sense of identity tied up with that player character being empowered and being able to act in a certain way.
Other players will realize that in a gaming setting where the GM doesn't re-roll, doesn't modify encounters, and where there are no mulligans or takebacks, that as time goes on the chances of something like this happening go up. They accept that they will eventually have to play a different role and cultivate the open mindedness and flexibility to see the value in this. Even if their character is ignominiously destroyed in some horrible way (mind eaten by Cthulu before being ritually sacrificed, let's say) they don't feel personally impugned by this but rather look forward to trying a new character suitable for the harsh setting they are gaming in.