The Waypoint Weekly

A place to rest while provisioning your next life cycle

The structure of the Humanist Union is like that of a private golf or sailing club - it's a non profit, member-owned foray into life's two great challenges— golf and death. I shall leave discussion of the former to those aficionados who have the common sense to follow the teachings of Moe Norman and Todd Graves about the advisability of the single-plane swing.

There you are—never let it be said I didn't teach you something.

Which brings us to the second item, commonly called death. It's more of an engineering challenge than anything else, and it's useful to go over the thinking of Epicurus— who supposedly advised us to eat drink and be merry, for tomorrow and yadda. This has made sense throughout human history up to this date— but it doesn't anymore, and the reason for that is our arrival at a waypoint in human reproduction.

Epicurus, to paraphrase liberally, reasoned that we were dead before we were alive, dead after we're alive, which leaves us to that interval during which we actually were alive. Ergo his dictum to boogie, but with a vaguely air of awareness.

As a consummately unretired network designer, I have to append an addendum to such Epicurious notions— what if a fresh life cycle was staring you in the face? How do you shape up then?

Which brings us to the topic at hand, I should mention it. What is this waypoint?

The Waypoint demarcation is where we can preserve our human franchise for centuries, at an optimal state for planned regeneration, as affordable existential housekeeping. With a strong DNA sample standing in nitrogen vapor @-137C, we stop the world and get off. What happens next is entirely within our own control.