If you were offered knowledge of exactly when and how you'll die, would you take it? Why or why not?
If you were offered knowledge of exactly when and how you'll die, would you take it? Why or why not?
Why not?
Knowing when means I can do whatever I want until the day it happens.
I mean, permanently or temporarily? Apparently my heart has been stopping on and off randomly all year. :(
Get this… I was in the hospital in January. I wake up, check my phone… Nurse comes in.
“Were you asleep about an hour ago?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Your heart stopped for 8 seconds.”
“. . . Um… ‘thank you’? I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with that information…”
Apparently it happened a few more times in March. I have an implanted heart monitor now, always watching.
I’ve had a-fib and congestive heart failure, 2 heart attacks, and open heart surgery.
Each of the times my heart has stopped, I was asleep, no awareness of it until the doctors and nurses told me.
With the heart monitor, I can press a button when something feels “off”, and report symptoms like being dizzy or passing out. Doc says I’ve been getting extra heartbeats sometimes. Low blood pressure has been a problem too.
When I pass out from low blood pressure, the first thing is I get super dizzy. Then a ringing in my ears so loud I can’t hear anything. Then my vision closes in and turns red and I wake up on the floor.
Can I change it?
I got a scan that detected cancer which I was later able to get removed. That cancer would have probably killed me in five years.
If I get told that I’ll die of cancer in twenty years, I’m going to deal with it in ten years.
It’s do this.
Leeeerooooooyyyyyyy. nnnn’Jennnnnnkinsssssssss
For sure. Though you can never really know. I look at death statics for my age and area every once in a while to adjust my risk taking or too see what health concerns I should be prepping for.
Knowledge is half the battle and all
Is it absolutely certain and nothing I can do to change it?
If so fuck yes I’m pretty much immortal tell that date.
oh just because you know when you’ll die doesn’t mean you can go yolo on everything. Getting into a horrific accident and becoming bed ridden for the rest of your life doesn’t count as dying. Imagine laying in bed, body paralysed, knowing that this is the place you’ll spend 30 years in.
You’d still be need to be as careful as usual, just with a painful awareness of how many seconds you have left until the end, and with a curse of not being able to go on your own terms if something terrible happens.
And what happens if you buy a literal ton of C4, cover yourself in the pile and detonate?
I have to survive somehow, right?
C4 is the easiest for this example. I can definitely manage explosives. You can rather easily make things which blow up.
Let’s make this easier then, I go to the woods and set up a huge fucking boulder on an elaborate pulley system (don’t worry about me finding them, I live in Finland were boulders and rocky surfaces are a plenty. My cousins actually operate a gravel business, so they have lots of proper gear for breaking rocks into smaller rocks, and vehicles to do those things with. So let’s say there’s a pit. I lay a ton of harsh gravel on the bottom of it, a proper few meter layer. Then I take a loader full of massive boulders. And another. And a third one. Place them around the pit. Place myself in the pit, and remotely activate the loaders to drop all those boulders on me. Oh and I didn’t mention, but I put a bed in the pit with me. It’s a bed of extremely sharp knives, covered by a thin cardboard so I don’t get stabbed if I easy myself onto it. On top of that, there’ another bed, upside down, also loaded with insanely sharp swords. All of the boulders will fall into the pit, crushing the bed system, which stabs and slices me into pieces while the boulders to the rest of the work. (The bed frames are soft enough so that they can hold knives, but will be utterly deformed by the boulders so they won’t stay in the way.
Then I’ve also paid for a crazy cousin to empty both barrels of a shotgun to my face with a full metal slug right as the stones start dropping.
But… I’ll survive?
Paralysed from the neck down.
Then how am I gonna run the marathon?
So you’re saying you have no free will whatsoever, but despite whatever happens, the prophecy will be true?
That I could never drive an older car pretty much, because it’s easy to kill yourself with one. Much less a motorbike without a helmet.
I can never hold anything sharp which could cut the jugular. Couldn’t manage to go swimming, because diving deep and inhaling would somehow have to fail?
Either the prediction is bullshit, oooor it gives you magical plot armor (unless it’s extremely vague, but that goes against OP’s description),
I don’t think you understand how posting hypotheticals on forums works; they get elaborated and “tested” by asking questions or positing premises. Thought experiments, as you seem to be aware of the term at least.
OP used the word exactly.
That means you have exact knowledge of it.
Of course having exact foreknowledge of such a thing would affect your life. Would that effect then affect the thing being the exact time and date? If not, then it’s utter gibberish, because by telling you about it, they’ve already changed history and thus it won’t apply anymore.
If however it won’t affect it, then you’ve gained immortality. You could play Russian roulette as much as you want and never have to fear dying. You can perhaps argue that maybe you survive a shot, but how would that be possible from a large calibre revolver aimed directly at the brainstem?
So a magical but injured life is possible, but a magical but non-injured one isn’t?
Cool.