commit 73af61b1ead19aafbe28192f6abb3cd576d405a3 Author: Gabriel Kaszewski Date: Fri Jul 17 16:30:25 2026 +0200 quis sumus, init diff --git a/.gitignore b/.gitignore new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a136337 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitignore @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +*.pdf diff --git a/quis-sumus-existential-dread.typ b/quis-sumus-existential-dread.typ new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f68e371 --- /dev/null +++ b/quis-sumus-existential-dread.typ @@ -0,0 +1,382 @@ +#set text(font: "New Computer Modern", size: 11pt) +#set par(justify: true, leading: 0.8em) + +#let sc(content) = smallcaps(content) + +#let sep = { + v(1em) + align(center, line(length: 30%, stroke: 0.5pt + gray)) + v(1em) +} + +#let chapter-ornament = { + v(2em) + align(center, text(size: 8pt, fill: gray)[◆]) + v(2em) +} + +#let current-chapter = state("chapter", "") + +#show heading.where(level: 1): it => { + current-chapter.update(it.body) + pagebreak(weak: true) + chapter-ornament + align(center, text(size: 14pt, weight: "bold")[#it.body]) + v(1.5em) +} + +#set page( + paper: "a5", + margin: (x: 1.8cm, top: 2.2cm, bottom: 1.8cm), + numbering: "1", + header: context { + let chapter = current-chapter.get() + if chapter != "" { + set text(size: 8pt, fill: gray) + align(center)[#smallcaps(chapter)] + } + } +) + +#align(center)[ + #text(size: 24pt, weight: "bold")[Quis Sumus] + #v(0.3em) + #text(size: 14pt, style: "italic")[Existence, immortality, and the irrelevance of both] + #v(0.3em) + #text(size: 10pt)[Gabriel Kaszewski] +] + +#v(1em) + +#set quote(block: true) +#quote(attribution: "Genesis 1:27")[ + _So God created mankind in his own image._ +] + +#v(1em) + +#outline(indent: 1em, depth: 1) + +#pagebreak() + += Preface + +This is not a philosophy paper. I don't even know what this is. A very sophisticated, very pretentious form of shitpost, one could argue. Or me trying to look smarter than I actually am. But I wanted to write down some thoughts I have on the simplest concept in the universe, which is existence. + +I have never read Plato. The most profound book I've read is _Speaker for the Dead_, and I've read _Harry Potter_ fifty times in two languages. I'm a software engineer from Bytów. I think in systems. These thoughts have been forming in my head since I was about fourteen, alone, at night, staring at the ceiling. Nobody taught me this. Nobody assigned it. I just kept thinking and the thoughts kept connecting to each other until they became whatever this is. + += I. Pattern + +I think identity, the thing that makes you _you_, is information. Not your body. Not your specific atoms. Not some mystical soul hovering above the machinery. It's the #sc[pattern]. The specific arrangement and state of everything happening inside you: the neural connections, the chemical balances, the electrical signals, the memories encoded in protein structures. All of it, together, running. That's you. + +Your body replaces most of its atoms every seven to ten years. The Gabriel writing this shares almost no physical matter with the fourteen-year-old who started thinking about this stuff. But I persisted. Because the pattern persisted. The hardware swapped out underneath me and I never noticed. + +If that's true (and biology says it is) then the body is a substrate. A medium. Like a hard drive. You don't care about the hard drive. You care about the data on it. + +#sep + +If you snapshot the complete pattern, every connection, every state, every signal, and write it to a new substrate, and the original is gone, the copy _is_ you. Not a clone. Not a replica. You. Because there is nothing else that _you_ consists of beyond that pattern. There is no ghost left behind that the copy is missing. + +If the original survives, then you have two entities. For one instant they are identical. Then they start having separate experiences and they diverge. Think of it like a git branch. Same commit history, different futures. Both are legitimate. Neither is more "real." They just forked. + +Or if you prefer biology over software: homologous genes. A single ancestral gene duplicates, that's a paralog. Same origin, same sequence at the moment of duplication. But from that point on, each copy accumulates its own mutations, adapts to its own pressures, evolves its own function. Given enough time, the two copies become so different you'd never guess they started as the same thing. But they did. They share a root. They diverged. + +Identity works the same way. Two copies of a person are paralogs. Same origin, independent evolution from the moment of the fork. + +This doesn't make you less unique. Each fork is unique in its own right. They share a root, but they are independent from the moment they diverge. + +#sep + +People get uncomfortable with the idea that there might be a gap, a moment where the pattern exists in neither the old substrate nor the new one. Maybe the snapshot sits on a shelf for ten years before a new body is ready. + +I don't care about the gap. Here's why: from the perspective of the pattern, the gap didn't happen. You closed your eyes and opened them. Ten years passed for the world, zero seconds passed for you. It's the same as dreamless sleep. It's the same as anesthesia. It's the same as being shipwrecked for a decade and coming home. Disorienting, painful, but nobody questions whether you're still you. + +The mechanism of the gap is irrelevant. Unconscious on an island, stored as data on a server. Same result. The subjective thread picks up where it left off. + +#sep + +If identity is the pattern and the body is just the substrate carrying it, then death is not the end of a person in any metaphysical sense. It's the destruction of the medium the pattern was running on. The data is lost not because it ceased to exist in some cosmic way, but because the hard drive broke and nobody made a backup. + +My dad died when I was ten. He was my best friend. That day sucked. Not having a father sucked. But he showed me in ten years what it means to be decent, to be loving, to be a friend to your kid. I would take that kind of dad for ten years over a bad dad for sixty. If I could have him back, I would. But it is what it is. + +What stays with me isn't the grief. It's the _stupidity_ of it. His pattern, everything he was, everything he knew, the way he laughed, the way he made me feel safe, all of that was lost because a bunch of cells in his body misbehaved. That's the reason my dad is gone. Not fate. Not God's plan. A mechanical failure in biological hardware. + +I have more to say about this in Pillar III. + += II. Consciousness + +Everything you experience, every memory, every emotion, every dream, every flash of recognition when you hear a song from ten years ago, is a physical event. Chemical reactions. Electrical impulses. Proteins folding. Neurotransmitters crossing synaptic gaps. There is no non-physical component. There is no soul, no spirit, no ethereal essence floating above the biology and pulling strings. + +This isn't controversial in neuroscience. It's the default position. But most people, even people who "believe in science," don't follow it to its logical conclusion. They accept that the brain produces consciousness, but they still feel, somewhere deep down, that there's _something more_. Something the chemistry can't account for. Something sacred and untouchable. + +I don't think there is. I think the feeling that there must be something more _is itself_ a chemical process. The sense of sacredness is a neurotransmitter. The intuition that consciousness is special is consciousness being biased about itself. + +#sep + +Think of a cake. If you have the exact same ingredients, the exact same measurements, the exact same oven temperature and timing, you get the same cake. Not a similar cake. The same cake. Because the cake doesn't come from some mysterious cake-essence floating in the kitchen. It comes from the ingredients and the process. Nothing else. + +Consciousness is the same. The ingredients are the state: the neural architecture, the synaptic weights, the chemical concentrations, the accumulated memories, every physical detail of the brain at a given moment. The process is biology doing what biology does. The result is _you_. Your thoughts, your feelings, your next decision, your experience of being alive right now. + +In software terms, this is what's called a pure function. Same input, always same output, no hidden variables. But you don't need to know programming to understand it. You just need to accept that consciousness doesn't pull from some secret external source. It derives entirely from what's already physically there. Reconstruct the ingredients, run the recipe, and the same person emerges. Because there is nowhere else for them to come from. + +#sep + +People worry about whether a reconstructed mind is really "them." But we already accept massive data loss as a normal part of being alive, and nobody panics about it. + +You don't remember most of your life. Entire years are gone. You might watch a home video of yourself at seven and have zero recollection of that day. The memories that defined you at fifteen have faded or warped beyond recognition by the time you're thirty. Your personality shifts. Your values evolve. Your tastes, your fears, your sense of humor, all of it changes continuously, uncontrollably, without your permission. + +And yet nobody says "the real you died somewhere around 2019 because you can't remember a Tuesday in March." We accept continuity of identity despite constant, uncontrolled degradation of the underlying data. + +So if identity survives _natural_ data loss (messy, random, uncontrolled) then a _controlled_ snapshot that preserves more data than your brain naturally retains should produce something that is more you than the version of you that will exist in ten years through normal biological decay. + +#sep + +Does the reconstruction need to be absolutely, perfectly identical down to the last atom? No. Because even your own brain isn't identical to itself from one millisecond to the next. There's noise in the system at every level: thermal fluctuations, random neurotransmitter release, quantum jitter. + +Think of identical twins. Same DNA. Same womb. Same starting conditions. But from the moment they're born, they diverge. Different experiences, different memories, different people. Nobody says one twin is "more real" than the other. They're both fully human, fully themselves, despite starting from the same blueprint. Now imagine twins who share not just DNA but _every_ memory, _every_ experience, _every_ thought up to the moment of separation. That's closer than any twins have ever been. And if even regular twins are both "real people," then two copies sharing an entire lifetime of identical experience are both real beyond any reasonable doubt. + +What matters is #sc[functional equivalence]. If I feel like me from the inside, and the people who know me experience me as the same person, then I am the same person. The gap between "technically identical" and "functionally indistinguishable" is a debate with no observable consequences. And in my framework, things with no observable consequences don't exist. + +If nobody can tell the difference, not me, not my friends, not anyone, then there is no difference. + += III. Death + +We treat death like it's a law of nature. Like gravity. Like thermodynamics. Something fundamental and unchangeable that we simply have to accept. + +It's not. Death is hardware failure. Your heart wears out. Your cells stop dividing correctly. Your telomeres shorten. Your organs accumulate damage faster than your body can repair it. These are mechanical problems. Specific, identifiable, physical processes that go wrong in specific, identifiable, physical ways. + +We already fix some of them. Nobody objects to a pacemaker. Nobody protests a kidney transplant. Nobody calls it "playing God" when a surgeon replaces a valve in your heart. We accept that fixing broken hardware is medicine. But somewhere between "replace a lung" and "replace the whole body," people draw a line and say _that's different, that's too far, that's unnatural_. + +That line is cultural, not logical. It exists because we've been dying for three hundred thousand years and we built everything (religion, philosophy, inheritance law, retirement funds, the entire concept of legacy) around the assumption that everyone does. Remove death and all of those frameworks collapse. People resist not because extending life is wrong, but because it's destabilizing. It threatens the stories we tell ourselves about what life means. + +#sep + +I don't want to make people immortal. That's not even possible. The universe is thermodynamically finite. Energy is limited. Stars die. Entropy wins eventually. You cannot truly solve death. On a long enough timeline, everything stops. + +What I want is to move death from the category of _things that happen to you_ to the category of _things you decide_. Right now, death is a natural disaster. It arrives uninvited. A car accident, a cancer diagnosis, a heart that stops at sixty-three, a blood clot at forty. You don't get a vote. You don't get a say. + +I want people to get a say. + +One person might choose to live for a hundred and twenty years and decide that's enough. Another might want a thousand. Another might want a hundred thousand. The point isn't the number. The point is that _it's their number_. They chose it. Death becomes a door you walk through when you're ready, not a wall you crash into without warning. + +That's not immortality. That's #sc[sovereignty] over your own existence. + +#sep + +A human body isn't built to last a hundred thousand years. The brain evolved for seventy, maybe eighty years of experience. Run it longer than that and it starts to fail. Memory degrades, cognition slows, the architecture wasn't designed for that kind of load. + +So you don't run it that long. You cycle. + +Think of it like a snake shedding its skin, except the snake is shedding its entire body. You live in biological hardware until it approaches the edge of its optimal window. Then you reprint a fresh body, thirty years old, peak biological condition, transfer the pattern, and keep going. The mind accumulates centuries or millennia of experience, but the hardware never ages past its prime. + +And sometimes the medium changes entirely. Sometimes you're biological. Sometimes you're digital. Sometimes you're something we don't have a word for yet. The pattern doesn't care what it's running on, as long as it's running. You're like water. Same substance, different states. Ice, liquid, steam. Still water. Still you. + +#sep + +I want to be clear about what this doesn't solve. Extending life, even radically, even to thousands or hundreds of thousands of years, does not defeat entropy. The universe is cooling. Stars are burning out. Energy is finite and cannot be created. + +This buys time. More Tuesdays. More breakfasts with the people you love. More years to build, to learn, to experience, to be present. And by my own framework (the one where the cosmic timescale is meaningless and the human timescale is everything) more time on the human scale is the only thing that actually matters. + +You cannot live forever. But you can live long enough that death becomes something you chose rather than something that chose you. And that difference, between dying because your body failed and dying because you decided you were ready, is the difference between tragedy and dignity. + += IV. Two clocks + +I operate on two timescales at the same time. Most people pick one. I hold both. + +#sep + +Modern humans have existed for about three hundred thousand years. For two hundred and ninety-five thousand of those years, we didn't even write things down. In the last five thousand we made leaps that would be incomprehensible to our ancestors. Dinosaurs roamed the earth for over a hundred and sixty million years and never built a single thing. In about a billion years, the sun will expand and the earth will be gone. + +On this clock, nothing matters. My life, your life, the greatest achievements of our species, they're rounding errors. The universe doesn't care. It doesn't care the way a rock doesn't care. Not with indifference, because indifference implies the capacity to care and the choice not to. The universe simply has no mechanism for caring. It's not hostile. It's not cold. It's just running. We happen to be inside it while it does. + +I don't find this depressing. I don't find it scary. I find it obvious. It's like being told water is wet. Yes. And? + +#sep + +On the other clock, the one that runs for seventy, eighty, maybe a hundred years, everything matters. Every moment has weight. A Tuesday in September where nothing happens and you just sit on a patio with someone you love, that matters. A phone call with your mom where she complains about something trivial, that matters. A child laughing so hard no sound comes out, that matters more than anything that has ever happened in the history of the universe. + +Not because the universe assigns it meaning. The universe doesn't assign anything. It matters because I experience it. Because I'm a thinking animal who can hold both clocks in my head and _choose_ to care about the small one. A dog lives entirely on the human clock. A rock exists entirely on the cosmic one. I'm the thing in between that sees both and decides, consciously, deliberately, that the breakfast I make tomorrow morning is more important than the heat death of the universe. + +That decision, caring _despite_ knowing it doesn't matter cosmically, is not irrational. It's the most rational thing a conscious being can do. Because the cosmic clock is not actionable. I can't do anything about entropy. I can't stop the sun from expanding. I can't add meaning to the void. But I _can_ make breakfast. I _can_ show up. I _can_ be present for the people I love for the limited time we overlap on this rock. + +Choosing to act on the timescale where action is possible is not delusion. It's pragmatism. + +#sep + +People who discover that the universe is meaningless often go through existential panic. Philosophers have written entire books about whether you should kill yourself over it. I've heard it's a big deal. + +I skipped that part. Not because I'm tough or special. I just never had the expectation that the universe owed me meaning in the first place. I didn't start from "life must have purpose" and then discover it didn't. I started from "I'm here, I didn't ask to be, let's see what happens." The absence of cosmic meaning was never a loss because I never assumed it was there. + +It is what it is. + +#sep + +Given the choice between existing and never having existed at all, I would choose never having existed. Not because my life is bad, it's actually quite good. But existence is a package deal I didn't negotiate. Nobody asked me. I was just here. And no matter how good life gets, suffering is inevitable. It's built into the system. So from a purely pragmatic standpoint: why sign up for guaranteed suffering when non-existence costs nothing? There's nobody in non-existence to miss the good parts. + +This isn't depression. It's arithmetic. The absence of pleasure is not a tragedy when there's no one to be deprived of it. The presence of suffering is always a cost, no matter how small. + +But I _am_ here. The choice was made without my consent, and I can't undo it. So I play the hand I was dealt, and I play it well. I love people. I build things. I eat good food and argue about stupid things with my friends and stay up too late and feel the sun on my face. Because once you're in the game, refusing to play doesn't undo the fact that you're playing. It just means you're playing badly. + +#sep + +Every thought in this document traces back to one thing: #sc[agency]. + +No human being chooses to be born. No human being chooses when they die. Our identities are trapped in hardware we didn't design that degrades without our permission. We are assigned consciousness without a manual or a warranty. + +These aren't personal complaints. They're the universal condition. Every person who has ever lived was subjected to the same deal: existence imposed without consent, death imposed without consent, and a body that fails on its own schedule regardless of what you want. + +Everything I've described in these pages (identity as transferable pattern, consciousness as preservable data, death as an engineering problem, existence on two clocks) isn't about what _I_ want for myself. It's about what I think every conscious being deserves: the ability to choose. + +Every person should get to decide. About their body. About their mind. About how long they stay. About when they leave. + +Not the universe deciding for them. Not biology. Not God. Not the government. Not culture. Not tradition. _Them_. Each individual, for themselves. + +Agency isn't a privilege for the smart or the rich or the lucky. It's a right that belongs to every person who can understand the question "do you want to continue?" + += V. Directed evolution + +This is the section where I contradict myself. I'm doing it openly because honesty about the contradiction is more useful than pretending it doesn't exist. + +I'm not a geneticist. I don't run a lab. I don't have the resources or the authority to do any of what follows. This is a thought experiment, a thing I think about late at night when my brain won't shut off. But thought experiments are how I process the world, and this one has been sitting in my head since I was about sixteen, so I'm writing it down. + +#sep + +We already direct evolution. We've done it for thousands of years. We bred wolves into dogs. We turned wild grasses into wheat that feeds billions. We engineered crops to resist disease, survive drought, and grow in soil that would have killed their ancestors. We call it agriculture. We call it GMO. We celebrate it because it ended famines and saved millions of lives. + +The same principle applied to humans is called eugenics, and it carries a hundred years of horror behind the word. Forced sterilizations. Death camps. Entire populations designated as inferior and eliminated. The history is real and it's monstrous and it should never be minimized. + +But the principle underneath, that you can improve biological outcomes through deliberate selection, didn't become wrong because terrible people used it terribly. Fire isn't evil because someone committed arson. The question isn't whether directed evolution works. It's whether it can be done without the cruelty. + +#sep + +Imagine a technology that allows genetic editing of embryos. A couple is expecting a child. Someone sits them down and offers: we can remove the gene that causes Down syndrome. We can reduce the predisposition to autoimmune disease. We can nudge the baseline for empathy slightly higher. For critical thinking. For compassion. + +No parent says no. + +That's the design. Every individual choice is voluntary, informed, and reasonable. No one is forced. No one is sterilized. No one is told their genes are inferior. Every parent is simply asked: do you want the best possible starting conditions for your child? And they say yes, because of course they say yes. + +Do this for twenty generations. Sixty generations. The gene pool shifts. The species baseline moves. Slowly, imperceptibly, one voluntary decision at a time, humanity becomes different. More empathetic. More thoughtful. More capable of the kind of thinking that prevents atrocities rather than enabling them. + +Every individual chose freely. And the cumulative result was designed from the start. + +#sep + +I know what this is. It's an illusion of choice. Each decision is real. The overall direction is engineered. Individual agency is preserved at the micro level and subverted at the macro level. Nobody voted on "should we redesign the species." They just each said yes to their own kid, one at a time, until the species was different. + +If I were in a position to do this, it would make me a hypocrite. My entire framework is built on agency, every person's right to choose for themselves. And this system technically preserves choice while ensuring the outcome was never in question. + +I'm aware of the structural parallel. Every person in history who tried to steer human evolution believed they were doing good. Every one of them was certain their values were the right values. The conviction of righteousness is not evidence of righteousness. I know this. The position I'm describing is structurally the same one they held. The difference is method: voluntary, non-violent, individually consensual. The difference is values: empathy, compassion, critical thinking rather than racial purity. + +But so did they. They all trusted their values too. + +#sep + +The clean answer, the one that resolves the contradiction, is simple: don't do it. Nobody has the right to decide what humanity becomes. Stay in your lane. Let evolution take its random walk. Accept that suffering and stupidity and cruelty are the price of freedom. + +I think about that answer often. And I reject it. Every time. + +First: because standing by while preventable suffering continues, because someone was too principled to act, feels worse than the hypocrisy. I would rather be a hypocrite who reduced suffering than a consistent philosopher who watched it happen and said "well, it's not my place." + +Second: because the technology will exist regardless. The capability is coming. Genetic editing, embryo selection, trait optimization, these are not theoretical. They are already in development across multiple fields. If someone with good values doesn't shape how it's used, someone with worse values will. Someone who might use the same tools, the same rhetoric, the same voluntary-at-the-individual-level framework, and steer humanity toward obedience instead of critical thinking. Toward tribalism instead of empathy. Toward control instead of freedom. + +Inaction is not neutral. It is ceding the field to whoever comes next. And if I had to choose, I would rather a vision built on empathy and compassion shape the species than wait and hope for the best. + +The traits I keep coming back to (empathy, critical thinking, compassion) are not arbitrary preferences. They are, as far as I can tell, objectively net positive. A more empathetic, more thoughtful humanity doesn't lose the mess of being human. People with more empathy can still be selfish. People with better critical thinking can still believe stupid things. The freedom to fail, to struggle, to be imperfect, all of that stays. The floor just rises. + +And I believe, knowing it would make me a hypocrite, knowing the structural parallel to history's worst actors, knowing it violates my own framework, that a higher floor is worth it. + +This is a tension I choose to sit with rather than resolve. Because resolving it means either abandoning the principle of agency or abandoning the idea. And when I'm honest with myself, late at night, staring at the ceiling, I'm not willing to do either. + += VI. The boundary + +Everything in this document (identity, consciousness, death, agency, evolution) is theory. Ideas I turn over in my head at night. Thought experiments I run when the ceiling gets boring. Most of it may never matter beyond this file. + +But this section isn't theoretical. This is the one non-negotiable rule I hold. The floor beneath every other position. The thing I will not bend on regardless of context, regardless of who's involved, regardless of what they've done. + +#sep + +You can think whatever you want about another person. You can think they're stupid. You can think their beliefs are absurd. You can think you're smarter, more capable, more correct. I certainly do, about a lot of people. I'm a classist. I think less of people who don't think critically. I look down on certain worldviews. That's my bias and I own it. + +But thought is not action. The moment it crosses from what you think to what you do, the moment you deny someone's right to exist, the moment you treat them as subhuman, the moment you decide your superiority gives you permission to harm them, you've crossed the only boundary that actually matters. + +No exceptions. + +Not for criminals. Not for dictators. Not for people who themselves violate this principle. Nobody forfeits their right to exist. You can punish. You can imprison. You can ostracize. You can sanction. You can remove someone from society to protect others. But you don't kill them. Because the moment you claim that authority over someone else's existence, you've put yourself above them. And then you're not better than them. You're the same thing. + +#sep + +The line works both ways. + +You can't kill someone, that revokes their existence without their consent. But you also can't force someone to live, that revokes their agency over their own exit. Forcing someone to stay alive against their will is the same category of violation as forcing someone to die. Both are impositions on someone else's sovereignty over their own existence. + +You don't get to decide for another person whether they exist. In either direction. That decision is theirs. Only theirs. Always. + +#sep + +This is where my framework produces its most uncomfortable output, and I want to be honest about it rather than hide it. + +If sovereignty over one's own existence is absolute, then that includes the right to end it. Logically, consistently, unavoidably. Otherwise sovereignty is conditional, and conditional sovereignty isn't sovereignty at all. It's permission granted by someone else who can revoke it whenever they decide you're not thinking clearly enough to exercise it. + +I have never personally experienced the desire to end my own life. I cannot imagine it. I don't understand it from the inside, and I won't pretend to. So my position here comes from the framework, not from empathy, and I acknowledge that limit. + +The standard response, we stop someone because they're in crisis, because it's a permanent solution to a temporary problem, because it gets better, is built on an assumption. Probably a correct assumption in most cases. But an assumption nonetheless. We override someone's stated decision about their own existence based on our belief that we know better than they do about their own life. + +I don't have a clean answer here. I don't think one exists. + +What I keep coming back to is something like this: if you love someone, truly, as a free and sovereign person, then part of that love is accepting that they can leave. That their existence is not your property. That the grief you would feel is not evidence that they were wrong, it's evidence that the connection was real. The price of loving a free person is that they might use their freedom in a way that destroys you. + +That's a deeply uncomfortable thing to write down. It sounds like indifference. It isn't. It's the opposite, a form of respect so total that it extends even to the decision you most desperately want them not to make. + +But I also know that no matter how carefully I phrase this, in a world where people are actively suffering, where families are actively grieving, it will sound wrong. Because the socially required response is "please stay," and anything else, no matter how philosophically consistent, will land as cruelty. + +This is the one place in the framework where I hold the position and simultaneously understand why people hear it and call me a monster. I don't have a resolution. I just have the honesty to say: this is where my logic leads, and I'm not comfortable enough with it to pretend I am, but I'm not willing to abandon the principle to make it easier to say out loud. + +#sep + +I will tolerate anyone's existence unconditionally. I will not tolerate their ideas unconditionally. + +If someone holds intolerant views, if they advocate for the subjugation, dehumanization, or elimination of other people, I have zero obligation to give them a platform, to engage with their arguments in good faith, or to remain silent while they spread harm. Tolerance of existence is non-negotiable. Tolerance of bullshit is not. + +You get to be here. You get to breathe and eat and live and die on your own terms. You don't get agreement. You don't get a megaphone. You don't get my silence. + +#sep + +In a framework where the universe is meaningless, where identity is transferable, where death is an engineering problem, where I've admitted I would hypothetically steer human evolution and acknowledged the hypocrisy, this is the anchor. + +Because without it, everything else becomes dangerous. Intelligence without this boundary is manipulation. Power without this boundary is tyranny. Directed evolution without this boundary is the Third Reich. Every tool I've described in this document, every idea about consciousness and agency and genetic optimization, is only safe if this floor exists underneath it. + +You don't get to decide who deserves to exist. You don't get to decide who has to stay. The only person whose existence you have authority over is your own. + += Closing + +But what do I know. + +I barely consider myself an adult. I still watch cartoons. I reread Harry Potter like it's scripture. I love sci-fi probably more than is healthy for a functioning member of society. I eat cereal for dinner sometimes and I think that's fine. + +I'm not a philosopher. I'm not a visionary. I'm not someone you should do a deep analysis of or write a thesis about. I'm a twenty-four-year-old software engineer from Bytów who makes a living writing code and spends too much time staring at ceilings. + +This document is just a more or less coherent stream of thoughts that have been forming in my head since I was about fourteen. They started as fragments, a question about what happens when you die, a frustration with the answers people gave, a suspicion that nobody actually knows anything and most of them aren't honest about it. Over the years the fragments connected, one idea pulling the next one out, until they became whatever this is. + +Some of it might be wrong. A lot of it is probably incomplete. I've apparently been independently reinventing philosophers I've never heard of, which either means the ideas are obvious or I need to read more books that don't have wizards in them. + +The only thing I'll defend without qualification is the boundary, the part about not claiming authority over someone else's existence. Everything else I hold loosely. I could be convinced otherwise. I'm not attached to being right. I'm attached to being honest about what I actually think, even when it's ugly, even when it makes people uncomfortable, even when the normal thing to do would be to nod and say something safe. + +_Quis sumus_, who are we? I don't know. I don't think anyone does. But I'd rather sit with the question honestly than grab the nearest comfortable answer just to make the silence stop. + +#v(3em) +#align(right)[ + _Gabriel Kaszewski_ \ + _Gdańsk, July 2026_ +] + +#pagebreak() + +#v(1fr) +#align(center)[ + #set text(size: 8pt, fill: gray) + Set in New Computer Modern. \ + Printed in Gdańsk, July 2026. \ + First edition. \ + #v(0.5em) + ◆ +]