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<h1>Zk | intro</h1>
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<p>Founded in 2115 CE (nine years prior to systime 0), the construct containing uploaded personalities commonly known as the System has exploded in population to an estimated twenty-seven billion individuals with countless more instances forked from those core identities. A world that is stable, beyond scarcity, and beyond even death, appeals to a great many people, and through incentives provided by political entities phys-side, transition from physical to uploaded life has been made as smooth as possible. The transition of religions and spirituality from life on Earth to the System has been less than seamless, however. We intend to explore the incidence and applicability of a wide array of generalized religious beliefs as they occur in societies built of immortal individuals, comparing them against their mortal roots on Earth. Through this survey we hope to hope to divine what aspects of spiritual life are bound more firmly to physicality and readily apparent mortality with an eye towards avoiding supercessionist language.</p>
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<h1 class="unnumbered" id="the-elevation-of-unknown-things">The Elevation of Unknown Things</h1>
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<p>What happens when mortality fails? What happens when what was once miraculous is now quotidian? What becomes up the beliefs we hold in the face of fundamental shifts in our reality?</p>
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<h1 class="unnumbered" id="the-elevation-of-unknown-things">The Elevation of Unknown Things</h1>
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<p>I am a sucker for framing devices.</p>
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<p>When I was getting my undergrad in music composition, my professor got mad at me for using the terms ‘process music’ and ‘formalism’ too much, but I couldn’t help it. What if I were to write a short piano study related to my friends or partners, where a core motif unfolds over time? What if I were to write a piece that was built up of mirrored phrases, and was also mirrored from beginning to end? What if I were to set Lewis Carroll’s square poem, where the lines are the same read down as they are across:</p>
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<div class="codehilite"><pre><span></span><code><span class="err">I often wondered when I cursed,</span>
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<span class="err">Often feared where I would be —</span>
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<span class="err">Wondered where she’d yield her love</span>
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<span class="err">When I yield, so will she.</span>
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<span class="err">I would her will be pitied!</span>
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<span class="err">Cursed be love! She pitied me...</span>
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</code></pre></div>
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<p>and, of course, did the same with the music?</p>
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<p>I was a sucker for it all. Anything I could do to find a lynchpin upon which to hang an idea, so that I could just sit back and watch it play out like some magnificent pitch-drop experiment.</p>
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<p>The same wound up playing out in my writing when I moved my focus to words. What if I wrote a memoir as a conversation between myself and a mirror image of myself? What if I used the strict form of the romance caduceus but made the character who’s in love not actually want to be in love?</p>
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<p>And, most critically for this exercise, what if I set up a fantastical world of uploaded consciousnesses? One where you could duplicate yourself, as many as you want. As long as anything can be consensually imagined, it’s possible; what does that do for miracles? Does functional immortality change one’s thoughts on the afterlife?</p>
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<p>I imagine so.</p>
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<p>The world itself becomes a frame in which the art is hung, it becomes that lynchpin. The ‘post-self age’, one of the characters calls it, asking all sorts of similar questions: <em>“What happens when you can no longer call yourself an individual, when you have split your sense of self among several instances? How do you react? Do you withdraw into yourself, become a hermit? Do you expand until you lose all sense of identity? Do you fragment? Do you go about it deliberately, or do you let nature and chance take their course?”</em></p>
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<p>So, here is our framing device: founded in 2115 CE, the construct containing uploaded personalities commonly known as the System has exploded in population to an estimated twenty-seven billion individuals with countless more instances forked from those core identities. A world that is stable, beyond scarcity, and beyond even death, appeals to a great many people, and through incentives provided by political entities phys-side, transition from physical to uploaded life has been made as smooth as possible. </p>
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<p>Now that I’ve approached this topic sidelong and crablike, I have a few questions about religion.</p>
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<p>There is a difference between the sense of the numinous that so many of us hold within ourselves and the gnostic idea that there is a spiritual world separate from the physical, that the spiritual world is one purer than the physical.</p>
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<p>It is alluring though, isn’t it? We have these imperfect bodies bound by the rigidity of the laws of physics, and yet our minds are free to fly to wherever we like. We can imagine walking on water. We can imagine feeling the suffering of the world falling away. We can imagine a mind that is all sky. Those things all exist on some higher, purer plane than our crude matter. They must be better, right?</p>
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<p>What happens when mortality fails? What happens when what was once miraculous is now quotidian? What becomes of the beliefs we hold in the face of fundamental shifts in our reality?</p>
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<p>With the advent of the technology required to upload one’s consciousness, our lifespans are limited by the lifespan of the hardware on which we run. Our immortality may be only a functional one, but that does not change the fact that it redefines many of the foundations of the religions of the world — and, indeed, much that we take on faith; the instance artist Dear, Also, The Tree That Was Felled put it succinctly, “[To simply cease existing] is just cessation, and I do not care whether or not there is anything beyond that cessation. That is for the prophets and poets to worry about”.<sup id="fnref:history18188"><a class="footnote-ref" href="#fn:history18188">1</a></sup> We know (or at least strongly suspect) that there is nothing after the cessation of an instance. There is no experience of death, there is simply the end of memories</p>
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<p>Page generated on 2022-03-17</p>
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<p>Page generated on 2022-03-20</p>
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