"In the afterlife you are judged not against other people, but against yourself. Specifically, you are judged
against what you could have been. So the afterworld is much like the present world, but
it now includes all the yous
that could have been. In an elevator you might meet more successful versions of yourself, perhaps the you that chose
to leave your hometown three years earlier, or the you who happened to board an airplane next to a company
president who then hired you. As you meet these yous, you experience a pride of the sort you feel for a successful
cousin: although the accomplishments don't directly belong to you, it somehow feels close.
But soon you fall victim to intimidation. These yous
are not really you, they are better than you. They made
smarter choices, worked harder, invested the extra effort into pushing on closed doors. These doors eventually broke
open for them and allowed their lives to splash out in colorful new directions. Such success cannot be explained
away by a better genetic hand; instead, they played your cards better. In their parallel lives, they made better
decisions, avoided moral lapses, did not give up on love so easily. They worked harder than you did to correct t
heir
mistakes and apologized more often.
Eventually you cannot stand hanging around these better yous. You discover you've never felt more
competitive with anyone in your life.
You try to mingle with the lesser yous, but it doesn't assuage the sting. In
truth, you have little sympathy for
these less significant yous and more than a little haughtiness about their indolence. "If you had quit watching TV
and gotten off the couch you wouldn't be in this situation," you tell them, when you bother to interact with them at
all.
But the better yous are always in your face in the afterlife. In the bookstore you'll see one of them arm in arm
with the affectionate woman whom you let slip away. Another you is browsing the shelves, running his fingers over
the book he
actually finished writing. And look at this one jogging past outside: he's got a much better body than
yours, thanks to a consistency at the gym that you never kept up.
Eventually you sink into a defensive posture, seeking reasons why you would not want
to be so well behaved
and virtuous in any case. You grudgingly befriend some of the lesser yous and go drinking with them. Even at the
bar you see the better yous, buying rounds for their friends, celebrating their latest good choice.
And thus your punishment is cleverly and automatically regulated in the afterlife: the more you fall short of
your potential, the more of these annoying selves you are forced to deal with."
The above is "Subjunctive", one of the mutually-exclusive alternative afterlives postulated by David Eagleman in his book
Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives.
One of my favorite books. I like how, when asked about his own beliefs, he described it as "possibilianism".
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