The main argument of quantum immortality is that subjectively we are the beneficiary of what looks like fantastic good luck, which - call us all moody pessimists- is utterly inconceivable to us because our senses, most of our awareness, maybe nearly all we are, is focussed resolutely on a surrounding panorama of degradation, entropy and death taking place around us to which we feel ourselves to be joined, inalienable.
And we are..
We are joined to it.. but only in contrast to it. Yang to ying. Different ends of the see-saw. Subjective to ‘objective’.. Mine to his. There is a clue in pronouns. They are different, for good reasons.
That’s what most people don’t get, the contrast. You can’t conceive of your own subjective good luck because ..the evidence of your eyes and ears and senses which say otherwise. Your senses are fully paid-up members of the death-cult and more than half your brain too. They look outward, always outward like rays from a glowing filament into darkness, alarmed by how the darkness is always about to overcome them. They live in a culture of sharing, which insists that the fate which will befall you is the same as everyone else’s.
(When it ain’t.)
People will scream this is all wrong. “You will Die, horribly .. I’m telling you .. you will suffer and die like us.” (Hands grasping at your ankles.) They will say: “listen .. It’s a mugs’ game thinking it won’t happen to you.”
But the screams are a shell-game, necessary propaganda. The squirted ink-cloud of their getaway. And yours. It not their subjective kernel of truth, which they could never share with you if they tried. All this doomsaying and despair, is not their true path. It’s not what they take with them. It’s just a necessary sloughing-off of their skin, a souvenir they will leave on your doorstep like an unwelcome mangled cat-offering while they fly off, unseen to you, fully-fledged and chirping happily.
But the instinct “it won’t happen to me” was right, quantum immortality says. In the face of all the propaganda of empiricism: instinct is right.
What we see of everyone else and everything else is a) NOT THEIR SUBJECTIVE. So there is a false commonality. We only witness our own subjectivity, not theirs. We should only compare our subjective with their subjective which, sadly can never be done without us becoming them and forgetting our own former subjective. Plu ça change.. When people tell you they are sharing their ‘true subjective‘ experience with you it is a bare-faced lie, a lie by definition.
b) The very fact that we witness this disaster around us -entropy - is in fact a necessary part of our own accretion of good luck. Subjectively I am ‘the house‘, which ultimately wins, not the punter: the Casino looking out at the losers. On Friday 13th someone always benefits from a lost wallet. If Friday 13th is defined by bad luck, for that guy who benefits it’s not Friday 13th. The Anthropic Principle is highly focussed and narrow, subjective, and personal good luck is relative..to all the entropy, all the bad luck out there. All the screams of “look at me dying.” It’s two ends of the same lever. We need those screams to trumpet our own forward march, along with the crunching sound of their body underfoot, bridging the ditch.
c) You’re getting older and more decrepit? You are on a certain down-slope. Compared to what? Compared to ‘your’ own youth? But what makes you think you were only that youth..and not also your poor old dad’s dotage, or something quite like it, compared to which you are eminently more serviceable. (Especially if he is pushing up daisies). Yes, quantum immortality posits that your age is not absolute but relative to a variety of surrounding way-markers.
d) Which are these: all the people and versions of people and all the things which remember the reasons for your present age... measure what you ‘should be’ and so serve-you-up in your present age. In this sense - the sense in which you are remembered into existence (and senility) by your local world of and people and things - the universe IS a simulation.
But what happens when you outlive all the records and all the things and all your friends and all your family who observed you into this body? What happens when you can no longer check-in with them to be told how old to be?
Actually, there is no ‘real’ immortality unless you are happy to be frozen in time, which must mean unconscious. Nothing can consciously goes on forever as it is. The best you can hope for is still feel the same, while not being the same, replaced piecemeal and unnoticeably like the ship of Odysseus, as all the people and things who remember your origins, all the people and things who remember the original wooden parts are forgotten and die off all around you and are replaced by look-alikeees..who veer ever further from what they once were, as any copy of a copy diverges from a template.
So reincarnation is done by parts, which is not the same ‘you‘ going on forever but you can hardly complain about that.