Mankind without the meat sounds a lot like hell to me.
Of course, mankind with the meat is pretty hellish too sometimes: nasty, brutish and short. Red in tooth and claw. Humans can be, and frequently are, more animalistic than any animal, more monstrous than any fictional monster. But: of the two (meatless humanity vs meatsa meatsa humanity) the former seems so much worse to me. I can’t even get my head around the cold, weiner-shrivelling horror of such a possibility of sentience, conscience, totally separate and separated from human sensation and physicality, from what it is to be human, from humanity itself.
Some people think the purpose of mankind is to one day become aliens, extra-terrestrials, grays, etc. Or: to evolve (or engineer themselves) away from “normal” bodies (or bodies period) and into the realm of purer (or scarier still, pure) intellect. Whatever.
We’re clods of dirt. Minerals and chemicals and some energy, with some cool and bogus thrown in for good measure, and somehow the whole of us became much more than the sum of our parts. And this bigger clod of dirt we’re standing on is where we belong, for as long as we belong. Anything else is just…wrong.
Call me provincial, but if it’s a choice between space migration / life extension / “The Stars My Destination” (or even some kinda Tron “Ghost in the Machine” / Ubik existence) versus that of fresh air, wind, being hot, or cold, or sometimes being tired or in pain, as well as being possibly dead at any moment, I’d still prefer the latter.
I prefer quality over quantity. Not just for myself, but for mankind.
I foresee a day when, thanks to the ever-proselytising “Science is the New Religion” Technophiles and their blind acolytes, mankind will eventually run, Yosemite-Sam-like, off the metaphorical cliff of existence, stand there for a moment thinking “hmm, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all” and then plummet to their collective doom.
When mankind drops down to an acceptable population (50 million worldwide? 5 million?) things will be back to normal (yes, yes, just in my opinion) and we’ll have a real chance for the future. A sustainable, carefully stewarded future. Until then, anything goes. And probably will. A wrecked and devastated environment, drones, the NSA, an ever-and-more-efficiently-surveilled populace, eventual mandatory DNA ID cards, and many other yet-unimagined horrors await, as The Powers That Be grasp at more and more invasive, drastic, anti-human straws, desperately trying to manage/control/herd 7 billion, 10 billion, 15 billion people.
Posts like some of the ones above make me look forward to a day when we might again find ourselves in tattered animal hides, squatting by our respective campfires, and wondering if the next day (or the next moment) will be our last. Again, possibly cold, possibly hungry, sick, or well, healthy, or diseased, aged or not, but looking up at the stars and thinking to ourselves “Beautiful. But here is better.”
My views on the hereafter I’ll keep to myself. But while we’re still breathing? Immanence > Transcendence