[extropy-chat] Yehuda Yudkowsky, 1985-2004

[Gina Miller]

I am so sorry to hear of this news. I know what you are going through Eliezer, when I was fourteen I lost my sister who was 19. I always wonder what she would have become.I stood amid my family saying things like "God takes the good" or "God has something for her to do" and sensing their calming effect in the belief system that I did not embrace. I too, was wide awake to the truth of the matter, and I wanted her here. To this day I am struck by the biological errors that mother nature has dealt to us, leading to disease and finality, and of course also the importance of theories and research needed to overcome these problems. As you know, my husband is currently undergoing chemotherapy so I grapple with the frustration of advanced technologies such as nanotech and others, not yet being readily available to avoid this type of suffering. 
The concern also grows when I see the fear well up in the general population when it comes to current advances such as stem cell research. 
As far as the religious afterlife (or other) comfort, I think the problem is, no one has cheated death yet, so the meme continues (at least for some - well probably most) as a way to propagate suppressing the fear of the end. When we show scientific immortality is possible as opposed to religious immortality, there may be more for them to contemplate. I can't wait for the day that death is not inevitable. I am deeply touched by your words and emotions and I completely validate you. The emotions won't go away, but it will at least become more bearable over time. Perhaps what remains will help guide you even further down the road you have already begun to travel, with all of our future(s) in mind. I'd like to thank you for that. My condolences to you, as well as my constant support for humanity to move beyond this barrier. 

Again, I'm so sorry, warmest regards-


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  ----- Original Message ----- 
  From: Eliezer Yudkowsky 
  To: sl4 at sl4.org 
  Cc: World Transhumanist Association Discussion List ; ExI chat list 
  Sent: Thursday, November 18, 2004 6:36 PM
  Subject: [extropy-chat] Yehuda Yudkowsky, 1985-2004


  My little brother, Yehuda Nattan Yudkowsky, is dead.

  He died November 1st.  His body was found without identification.  The 
  family found out on November 4th.  I spent a week and a half with my family 
  in Chicago, and am now back in Atlanta.  I've been putting off telling my 
  friends, because it's such a hard thing to say.

  I used to say:  "I have four living grandparents and I intend to have four 
  living grandparents when the last star in the Milky Way burns out."  I 
  still have four living grandparents, but I don't think I'll be saying that 
  any more.  Even if we make it to and through the Singularity, it will be 
  too late.  One of the people I love won't be there.  The universe has a 
  surprising ability to stab you through the heart from somewhere you weren't 
  looking.  Of all the people I had to protect, I never thought that Yehuda 
  might be one of them.  Yehuda was born July 11, 1985.  He lived 7053 days. 
    He was nineteen years old when he died.

  The Jewish religion prescribes a number of rituals and condolences for the 
  occasion of a death.  The rituals are pointless and tiring; the condolences 
  are religious idiocies.  Yehuda has passed to a better place, God's ways 
  are mysterious but benign, etc.  Does such talk really comfort people?  I 
  watched my parents, and I don't think it did.  The blessing that is spoken 
  at Jewish funerals is "Blessed is God, the true judge."  Do they really 
  believe that?  Why do they cry at funerals, if they believe that?  Does it 
  help someone, to tell them that their religion requires them to believe 
  that?  I think I coped better than my parents and my little sister Channah. 
    I was just dealing with pain, not confusion.  When I heard on the phone 
  that Yehuda had died, there was never a moment of disbelief.  I knew what 
  kind of universe I lived in, and I knew what I planned to do about that. 
  How is my religious family to comprehend it, working, as they must, from 
  the assumption that Yehuda was deliberately murdered by a benevolent God? 
  The same loving God, I presume, who arranges for millions of children to 
  grow up illiterate and starving; the same kindly tribal father-figure who 
  arranged the Holocaust and the Inquisition's torture of witches.  I would 
  not hesitate to call it evil, if any sentient mind had committed such an 
  act, permitted such a thing.  But I have weighed the evidence as best I 
  can, and I do not believe the universe to be evil, a reply which in these 
  days is called atheism.

  Maybe it helps to believe in an immortal soul.  I know that I would feel a 
  lot better if Yehuda had gone away on a trip somewhere, even if he was 
  never coming back.  But Yehuda did not "pass on".  Yehuda is not "resting 
  in peace".  Yehuda is not coming back.  Yehuda doesn't exist any more. 
  Yehuda was absolutely annihilated at the age of nineteen.  Yes, that makes 
  me angry.  I can't put into words how angry.  It would be rage to rend the 
  gates of Heaven and burn down God on Its throne, if any God existed.  But 
  there is no God, so my anger burns to tear apart the way-things-are, remake 
  the pattern of a world that permits this.

  I wonder at the strength of non-transhumanist atheists, to accept so 
  terrible a darkness without any hope of changing it.  But then most 
  atheists also succumb to comforting lies, and make excuses for death even 
  less defensible than the outright lies of religion.  They flinch away, 
  refuse to confront the horror of a hundred and fifty thousand sentient 
  beings annihilated every day.  One point eight lives per second, fifty-five 
  million lives per year.  Convert the units, time to life, life to time. 
  The World Trade Center killed half an hour.  As of today, all cryonics 
  organizations together have suspended one minute.  This essay took twenty 
  thousand lives to write.  I wonder if there was ever an atheist who 
  accepted the full horror, making no excuses, offering no consolations, who 
  did not also hope for some future dawn.  What must it be like to live in 
  this world, seeing it just the way it is, and think that it will never 
  change, never get any better?

  Yehuda's death is the first time I ever lost someone close enough for it to 
  hurt.  So now I've seen the face of the enemy.  Now I understand, a little 
  better, the price of half a second.  I don't understand it well, because 
  the human brain has a pattern built into it.  We do not grieve forever, but 
  move on.  We mourn for a few days and then continue with our lives.  Such 
  underreaction poorly equips us to comprehend Yehuda's death.  Nineteen 
  years of life and memory annihilated.  A thousand years, or a million 
  millennia, or a forever, of future life lost.  The sun should have dimmed 
  when Yehuda died, and a chill wind blown in every place that sentient 
  beings gather, to tell us that our number was diminished by one.  But the 
  sun did not dim, because we do not live in that sensible a universe.  Even 
  if the sun did dim whenever someone died, it wouldn't be noticeable except 
  as a continuous flickering.  Soon everyone would get used to it, and they 
  would no longer notice the flickering of the sun.

  My little brother collected corks from wine bottles.  Someone brought home, 
  to the family, a pair of corks they had collected for Yehuda, and never had 
  a chance to give him.  And my grandmother said, "Give them to Channah, and 
  someday she'll tell her children about how her brother Yehuda collected 
  corks."  My grandmother's words shocked me, stretched across more time than 
  it had ever occurred to me to imagine, to when my fourteen-year-old sister 
  had grown up and had married and was telling her children about the brother 
  she'd lost.  How could my grandmother skip across all those years so easily 
  when I was struggling to get through the day?  I heard my grandmother's 
  words and thought: she has been through this before.  This isn't the first 
  loved one my grandmother has lost, the way Yehuda was the first loved one 
  I'd lost.  My grandmother is old enough to have a pattern for dealing with 
  the death of loved ones; she knows how to handle this because she's done it 
  before.  And I thought: how can she accept this?  If she knows, why isn't 
  she fighting with everything she has to change it?

  What would it be like to be a rational atheist in the fifteenth century, 
  and know beyond all hope of rescue that everyone you loved would be 
  annihilated, one after another, unless you yourself died first?  That is 
  still the fate of humans today; the ongoing horror has not changed, for all 
  that we have hope.  Death is not a distant dream, not a terrible tragedy 
  that happens to someone else like the stories you read in newspapers.  One 
  day you'll get a phone call, like I got a phone call, and the possibility 
  that seemed distant will become reality.  You will mourn, and finish 
  mourning, and go on with your life, and then one day you'll get another 
  phone call.  That is the fate this world has in store for you, unless you 
  make a convulsive effort to change it.

  Since Yehuda's body was not identified for three days after he died, there 
  was no possible way he could have been cryonically suspended.  Others may 
  be luckier.  If you've been putting off that talk with your loved ones, do 
  it.  Maybe they won't understand, but at least you won't spend forever 
  wondering why you didn't even try.

  There is one Jewish custom associated with death that makes sense to me, 
  which is contributing to charity on behalf of the departed.  I am donating 
  eighteen hundred dollars to the general fund of the Singularity Institute, 
  because this has gone on long enough.  If you object to the Singularity 
  Institute then consider Dr. Aubrey de Grey's Methuselah Foundation, which 
  hopes to defeat aging through biomedical engineering.  I think that a 
  sensible coping strategy for transhumanist atheists, to donate to an 
  anti-death charity after a loved one dies.  Death hurt us, so we will 
  unmake Death.  Let that be the outlet for our anger, which is terrible and 
  just.  I watched Yehuda's coffin lowered into the ground and cried, and 
  then I sat through the eulogy and heard rabbis tell comforting lies.  If I 
  had spoken Yehuda's eulogy I would not have comforted the mourners in their 
  loss.  I would have told the mourners that Yehuda had been absolutely 
  annihilated, that there was nothing left of him.  I would have told them 
  they were right to be angry, that they had been robbed, that something 
  precious and irreplaceable was taken from them, for no reason at all, taken 
  from them and shattered, and they are never getting it back.

  If there should be a monument someday, somewhere on it will be "$1800, in 
  memoriam Yehuda Nattan Yudkowsky, 1985-2004."  It will not restore him to 
  life.  No sentient being deserves such a thing.  Let that be my brother's 
  true eulogy, free of comforting lies.

  When Michael Wilson heard the news, he said:  "We shall have to work 
  faster."  Any similar condolences are welcome.  Other condolences are not.

  Goodbye, Yehuda.  There isn't much point in saying it, since there's no one 
  to hear.  Goodbye, Yehuda, you don't exist any more.  Nothing left of you 
  after your death, like there was nothing before your birth.  You died, and 
  your family, Mom and Dad and Channah and I, sat down at the Sabbath table 
  just like our family had always been composed of only four people, like 
  there had never been a Yehuda.  Goodbye, Yehuda Yudkowsky, never to return, 
  never to be forgotten.

  Love,
  Eliezer.
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