As close to nirvana as I can imagine being

I was feeling pretty lonely and despondent for a while. A bad breakup from a long time ago was still on my mind, the everyday stresses of life were building, and my awareness of social issues was becoming too painful. I wasn't at a low point per se, I was just feeling down for a while. This last time I ate mushrooms with the intent of having a deep introspective journey, and I certainly succeeded, though not at all in the way I expected. They were way stronger than I thought but it was still a rewarding experience. Now I'm much more satisfied with my life as is, nothing has changed except my attitude but I'm much more at ease on my own and the other things that were bothering me aren't as mentally oppressive as they used to be.

It's not really possible to describe in words what the experience was like but I'll give it a shot. I hope someone finds it interesting and if not writing this will help me sort out what happened.

My plan was to go on a hike, it was the first warm day after a recent snowfall and I wanted to see the wilderness with snow on the ground. I made myself a peanut butter and mushroom sandwich, ate it at the trail head, and started hiking. After an hour or so I started noticing the first effects, lights and colors were brighter and my depth perception felt more real. The landscape stood out way more than it usually did, kind of like the difference between a 2D picture and then seeing the real thing, except I started out with the real thing which then just got better.

Then things started to get bad. I started to think this was a terrible decision because I'm still in school and don't want to fuck up. I'd already dropped out once and psychedelics could really mess me up for a while. I was tearing into myself, loathing every recent decision I'd made and shouldering the blame for every single one of my troubles. I was angry, sad, frustrated, every possible negative emotion at once, and to top it off the hike wasn't as nice as I was expecting. The snow was still thick and I only had hiking shoes so I was slipping and my feet were soaked. As the visual distortion started to kick in I realized I was lost, I had completely lost track of the trail I was supposed to be taking. I was still on a trail, so I wasn't dangerously lost, but I occasionally passed other people and I was clearly in distress. I could barely read my handwriting on my directions and couldn't think clearly about where I was. This was in an area I'd hiked before but I began to panic. I'd planned ahead though and my friends knew what I was doing and where I was, so I called them to get help. They gave me directions and picked me up on a nearby road. It turned out I'd hiked uphill about 8 miles in 3 hours and came out about a 30 minute drive from where I'd planned to.

While hiking I'd been hating myself more than I ever thought possible. It wasn't depression, I cared too damn much about it to be ambivalent. My hatred came from acute awareness of all of my weaknesses. Every decision I'd ever made when I should have known better, every moment of cruelty or lack of compassion, every inadequacy stood out in my mind like brain freeze that refuses to go away. I flogged myself for everything I was ashamed of, bleeding on the inside and nearly weeping on the outside, it was the worst kind of misery. A jail cell in hell where I'd installed the bars myself.

When I got home I took my 'abort pill,' some medicine that would end the trip pretty quickly. Just as I began to lie down in my room though, everything started to change. The visuals were coming on strong, every decoration in my room started to come alive. The painting of a tree started to grow, I could see the leaves waving in the wind and the bark pulsing with flowing sap. My hands were glowing, twinkling in the faint light, and I was totally at peace. In my room I was in a safe place so I could enjoy the rest of the experience. It became the exact opposite of what I'd been feeling hours earlier.

Everything in my room took on a powerful meaning; my books, my guitars, my lava lamp, everything was exactly were it ought to be and it occurred to me that everything I needed for a happy life was right there with me. I closed my eyes and could see brilliantly colored fractal patterns, flowing in and out of each other, and started to connect them to what I was thinking.

I became one with the universe, totally and completely. We have always been one with the universe but we can hardly ever feel it. I felt it so deep in my being that I wept with the realization that I wasn't alone because it was impossible to be alone. I was part of everything around me, part of my friends, my house, my family, everyone and everything was me just as much as I was them. It was total bliss, as close to nirvana as I can imagine being.

Then time began to unfold. I had the feeling that this moment was going to last forever, because it was forever. Past and future no longer existed, each was a foggy memory or a foggy prediction of what happened and what might happen. The unity of the universe's various opposites became a chain of pairs, formed into a circle, where it is only possible for us to experience a finite few at any given time. Nothingness and existence, life and death, love and loss, separation and oneness; as I felt each I was only able to feel those directly connected to the present sensation. I started laughing and I couldn't stop, everything made so much sense. All the confusion and lack of understanding was simply a function of some other understanding. Just like the uncertainty principle, we can only know a few things at a time, and all my fears about the unknown just floated away. Time didn't exist anymore, I was going to be in this state of flowing understanding forever. Imagine the crest of a single wave, flowing through the ocean. My understanding, my experiences, my existence, was the crest of that wave. In everyday life that's all we know, and that's all I could know at the time, but I felt the existence of everything else. Even if I couldn't experience it then, it was there and I was inseparable from it. I fell in love with everything, it was such a powerful feeling that I was laughing and crying with more emotion than I'd ever felt before.

Then my perspective started to focus in on myself. As I saw all of my troubles and worries in the context of infinite love, beauty, and existence, I started laughing again. None of them mattered, they weren't real and they wouldn't last. My life, my actions, and my subjective existence were all totally insignificant and it was the most empowering realization I've ever had. All the pressure to succeed, all the fear of failure, all the demands placed on me became so trivial they might as well have never existed. I was free, to do, think, and love however I wanted. If my life was nothing and everything at the same time, then every desire and every dream of mine was something inherent and inseparable from the universe. Every wrong, every evil, every cruel or spiteful action or thought I'd ever had or committed was against myself. And every love, every caring or compassionate act, was me loving and caring for myself. Then I realized that most of the people around me had never felt this way, and their judgement, dislike, or jealousy were just a part of me, so I had no reason to care what they thought. All the fucks I once gave flew out the window, and I started to sing.

"I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck fuck fuck fuck, FUCK!"

It was the best song ever.

After singing for what felt like hours but was only a minute, I started to calm down. I was rolling around in my bed, which felt more comfortable than a womb could ever be, and started to go into denial about shrinking down into my body. I was one with the universe, my consciousness had transcended all of time and space to contain the entirety of existence, but now it was time to be human again. I was a little sad about it but knew it was inevitable, and knew that all the things I'd learned and realized were still true. So I took a shower and went to play some video games.

I didn't reflect on it too much for the rest of that day, it was too fresh and too raw. The next few days though I was able to feel the residuals of all the peace and love I'd been a part of. I didn't realize it at first but I was utterly content with the same life that was just not enough before my trip. After writing this out, I understand why a little bit more.

This trip was waaaayyyy more intense than I had expected or wanted, the 'abort pill' I took certainly cut it short but that's not saying much. All the fear and self hatred from the first half made me want to die, I wanted to die more than I'd ever wanted anything. Then I had exactly the opposite experience, I loved everything and didn't care whether I was alive or not because that love transcends everything. Life is an adventure, an 80 year vacation from my normal state of being, and I'm going to explore it to the fullest.


Mushrooms are a powerful drug that should not be toyed with. They can be incredibly rewarding and unbelievably painful. You may come face to face with all of your inner demons and may not be able to escape their fury. You may feel an omnipresent love, a compassionate force so overwhelming that all human evils appear to be nothing more than little annoyances. You may walk through hell, float through heaven, and then come back to earth knowing the difference between the two. After a journey like that, it's impossible to keep the same perspective on life.

A brief analysis of Occupy Wall St

The Occupy Wall St movement is almost universally misunderstood, even amongst those who would consider themselves occupiers. I cannot truthfully say that I know 'the truth' about the movement though I consistently see the same misunderstandings. Occupy Wall St was an expression of popular anger at the gross injustices of our social, political, and economic systems. There were no official goals, no explicit demands, and no consensus on which specific issues should be the focus. However, if a single message can be gleaned from the entire movement it is this: there is a class war going on and we are losing.

This class war is being waged on a variety of fronts, many of which initially appear completely unrelated. The wars on drugs, terror, and crime share a common enemy: the poor and disenfranchised of the world. Corporate personhood, corruption in government, and the two party system are only some of the ways that democracy is quashed. The consolidation of media outlets, propaganda relabelled as public relations, and internet censorship schemes all seek to throttle the development and exchange of ideas. Concentration of wealth, a currency controlled by a self interested elite, and a predatory economy all prevent people from having the time or resources to effectively enforce their basic human rights. It all comes down to control, control of the masses to solidify the power of a neo-aristocratic class.

The ultra-wealthy elites looked at Occupy Wall St and saw a true threat to their power. People across the country, indeed across the world, coming together to show just how mad they are. We were talking, sharing our struggles, realizing that our personal and financial problems are shared by millions. To borrow from the feminist movement, we began to realize that the personal is truly political. Yet this in itself is not threatening, instead it was our show of strength. We saw how many of us there are, how many of us are mad as hell and don't want to take it anymore, and we started to realize that we are strong. The proletariat were starting to see their true power and the ruling class was terrified.

In response, there was a massive, coordinated campaign to silence and destroy the movement. Occupiers were mocked and vilified in the media, we were supposedly just angry kids who had no cohesive message and offered no solutions. These claims were false or patently absurd, you do not need a solution to identify a problem and the message was simple: there is a class war going on and we are losing. We were relentlessly hounded by police and federal agents, in Denver the peaceful encampment was stormed by pseudo-soldiers with tear gas and paintball guns full of pepper spray. In Boulder we were lucky, the police resorted to sleep deprivation via hourly visits and the city council issued edicts that would criminalize standing still in a public park at night. Yet elsewhere elderly women were being pepper sprayed and a veteran was almost killed by a tear gas canister to the head. The FBI and Department of Homeland Security worked in cooperation with major financial institutions to coordinate a Nationwide crackdown on Occupy communities everywhere. The full and terrifying power of the ruling elite was exposed; the greatest propaganda machine the world has ever known, a surveillance system that only the Stasi could envy, and a domestic police force systematically desensitized to brutalizing the same people it is supposed to protect. Driven home at the barrel of a gun, the message was clear: Do not challenge the status quo.

It would be a mistake to say that the system is broken, it is performing the function for which it was designed. The sad truth is that we cannot use the ballot box to resolve our social, political, economic, or environmental problems. The game is rigged, so the winning move is not to play.  I believe that we are speeding towards an abyss, a humanitarian catastrophe where billions will suffer and millions will die. Yet all experience hath shown that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. I fear that we will only awake from this artificially induced dream when we are faced with a devastating social crisis. At this point it may be too late, the powers that be might capitalize on this to cement their control or we might enter a new dark age while simultaneously facing environmental catastrophes. No matter the outcome, the longer that we sleep the worse the nightmare will become.

Still, the greatest legacy of Occupy Wall St has yet to make itself known. We stirred the pot, scum may still float at the top but now we are more aware of them. Information has started to spread, ideas flow more vigorously than ever, and a new international network of activists has formed. We know that the system is failing, we know that it must fall, and we are awaiting the next opportunity to bring it down. Now with more experience, more allies, and greater resolve, whenever the next political movement appears, we will be ready.

Chemical Nonsense

Some of the most profound and life changing experiences I’ve ever had happened on the couch in my living room. How do you word a feeling? One particularly memorable moment involved my guitar; I was sitting down stroking the body with tears streaming down my face muttering the same phrases over and over again. Can you describe a being? I had just finished tuning it but not in any way I’d ever done before; adjusting the peg one degree and listening intently, over and over again until it was just right. How can you describe a feeling? I noticed that sometimes the strings get a little stuck near the top of the neck, I tugged on each one individually, yanking it into place until the tone was just right. Can you word a being? Eventually, after what felt like an hour, I tried to play but couldn’t make a sound that summed up what I was feeling. Describe a being? Word a feeling? I gave up and just admired the wood, falling in love with every grain, every crack, every shade of color; the feeling was overpowering and I wept. I could get lost in it forever.

Everyone has defining experiences in their lives, some come from overcoming challenges while others from great sorrow. Why, wait, it doesn’t matter. This one changed me forever in ways I may never come to fully understand. Whatever, I’m happy. I remember walking in circles touching everything I passed and feeling equally touched by them. Ribbons flowing, people, ideas crossing in space and time. I would force illegible handwriting into a notebook believing I was approaching some profound truth. So close, so very close. At one point I felt capable of ending existence with a single committed thought. Self reference. To this day I don’t believe it is possible to describe in words the swirling thoughts and emotions of those hours. So this is what acid is like.



I have been very fortunate in my life, loving parents who have never struggled for money yet did their best to teach me its value. Trading places, paper for food. They raised me to question what I’m told and be open to new ideas. NO. My father’s job had us moving every few years, I’ve lived about a third of my life thus far in various underdeveloped and developing countries. False separation, boxes for boxes. This has given me a wider perspective than most people my age simply by having been immersed in various cultures. My sandbox is bigger than your sandbox. I do my best not to take it for granted but there are also many disadvantages to moving every few years. Humans, souls, where do they go, body and mind. For some time I struggled with why I should have all these things when so many die for want of water or food. Thus is life.

When I first moved away from home, beyond the sheltered trappings of dorm living and thousands of miles away from my family, I experienced the harsh realities of the world. Why why why why why why why why. I learned how many of the things I believed while growing up just weren’t true. Doublethinkers, newspeakers, soma addicts, pneumatic life; I am faulty machinery. Having your world view shatter is a terrifying and exhilarating experience yet unlearning what you know is the only way to replace a false belief. Memories, symbols for reality, metaphors upon metaphors. One of the most powerful lessons I learned were all the lies I had swallowed about drugs. I love everything.

In elementary school I had to go through the Drug Abuse Resistance Program. D.A.R.E. to believe what you’re told. Officer Friendly came to our classroom to talk about the dangers of drug use; we learned that drugs are addicting, they can hijack your life, and that you can be sent to jail for having them. My god, I’m criminally couch ridden. I’d never heard anything about drugs until that day but when I came home and asked if cocaine could kill a person who tried it once my mother became furious. Drugs are bad, mmkay. She told me that it was a gross exaggeration and that they left out one of the most important reasons people do drugs. They’re fun dammit. In school I was told what to believe but thankfully my parents wanted me to ask why. The good book says so.

Today I know much more; I know that alcohol is by far the most dangerous of all drugs yet also the most acceptable. Hypocrites everywhere, is that what it means to be human? For a year I smoked cannabis several times a day; it is almost harmless and now I appreciate art like never before yet it’s a schedule one substance. Breath smoke for fun, fucking brilliant. I danced like I’ve never danced before while on MDMA which has let me feel more comfortable moving to music. The rush, it’s coming!!! I’ve been engulfed in the emotions of others while on mushrooms and my empathy is stronger for it. The room has an energy, it flows through us all. Aside from the occasional drink the only drugs I use now are nicotine and caffeine yet I have no regrets whatsoever about the others. So where is my commercial?

Yet all of these drugs pale in comparison to the effects of LSD. Lets go on a journey, a trip, hahahaha. A person could read the bible a thousand times and come no closer to god, a few milligrams of this drug and suddenly they feel at one with creation. Oh, there you are. Most drugs have undeserved negative stigmas but acid definitely has the worst. Oh nothing, just popping bubbles. They say it drives people crazy or makes them jump off buildings, these stereotypes just aren’t true. If he thought he could fly why didn’t he start from the ground? It has helped me explore the deepest workings of my mind and know myself like never before. I feel, I know, I am.

One night I spoke to god. Yeah, that’s not really you. I was well aware that I was tripping, the visuals I had were about as powerful as what you see after glancing directly at the sun. The stars died so I could be here today. He took the form of George Carlin leaning over a wall smoking a cigarette. Well aren’t you just as cool as a cucumber. He never said anything, just gave me glances when I said something stupid or listened passively while I talked. You’ll never give us proof of your existence. I would speak and think out loud, trying to work out the tumultuous cascade of thoughts. Whatever man. It was powerful at the time, I look back on it now and it doesn’t mean much. You like burning ants. These experiences, while undoubtedly hallucinations, are still ripe with meaning. Metaphors, metaphors, metaphors.

The best way I can describe being on acid is a rather loose metaphor. Vessel of ideas, symbol manipulations. If your brain is a bucket and your thoughts are tetris blocks lying inside of it, LSD shakes the bucket. Listen and you might learn something. Thoughts bounce around and rearrange, some of the arrangements are completely insane but others make a scary amount of sense. There is nothing here. There is a danger though, if the bucket gets shaken too much things might fall out. Slowwwww downnnnnn. Not to say that you will go crazy but too much could take you places you don’t want to go, like a very unpleasant memory. I want to forget. There is immense value in looking at things from a new angle, that is the most fascinating effect of LSD. Wow.

I have also felt what it is like to be insane without actually crossing that line. Wait, no, hahaha. When thoughts rush at you without control and you have no way to block them out you are at the mercy of your subconscious. Wait, no, hahaha. After these experiences I found a new appreciation for my sober mind, the ability to direct my thoughts as I wish. Wait, no hahaha. Just like anything you might take for granted, you don’t realize its value until you know what life is like without it. Wait, no hahaha. Neitzsche said “When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.” Wait.

These experiences are far from clear cut; I have undoubtedly taken risks with such mind altering substances even without the potential legal consequences. Life without living is no life at all. Though it is hard to put my finger on exactly what I learned from trying out various drugs, there are a few definite things I can say. Nothing is certain. I am more comfortable in my own skin, I know that death is not something to be feared, and I know that the most powerful force in all of human existence is the bond between people. Vibrations in the mind of god, whose true name is love.

Back on the couch I found myself rooted to my seat and drifting away in a sea of thought. Symbols representing symbols. Some of the things I’d learned are floating in and out of my consciousness, others I could barely grasp for more than an instant. Imagination of myself. I knew that I wanted to write a song but I didn’t (and still don’t) know how, I’d never done it before and knew nothing about songwriting. So what? My guitar was lying across my lap, the taught strings on the neck and tantalizing curves of its body were taunting me with their simple beauty. (...) Suddenly a group of ideas appear in my mind; music is just emotion in vibration, an incomplete feeling expressed in words that are paired with a partial sound. Pretentious prick, what do you know of music?

After staring at the back of my guitar for long enough, I started to write in my notebook. Let if flow. The words poured onto paper; flowing strong in no particular direction and I felt better for it. Puddles of ink can move mountains. When I read them the next day some made sense and some didn’t but I vividly remember the emotion they were attached to. Vibrations of feeling. Eventually I rewrote those lyrics and rewrote the tune to them. It’s coming clear, slowly. Those first words were the earliest ones I’d been proud of, the first of any creative work which I felt had any merit. The sound of life. I’ve since written much more, some good and some bad but that’s how these things go. And that’s ok. I know for certain that those hours I spent mumbling to myself changed the direction of my life. It doesn’t matter. I write and play music when I have no other outlet, it clears my head and eases my worries in a way nothing else ever has. My peace and great reprieve. Without the confidence I found sifting through all that chemical nonsense, I would likely be living without the greatest comfort of my life. Oh wait, I forgot, I don’t exist.

A Brief Class Analysis from an Anarcho-Transhumanist Perspective

Just like other schools of anarchist thought, anarcho-transhumanists would (or ought to) understand that a just society demands that everyday people control the means of production. I am definitely of the opinion that the means of production and the most advanced technologies are in the hands of a small minority. Technology won't set us free, we have to do that. In fact waiting or doing nothing is the most dangerous thing we could possibly do.

I consider myself a transhumanist first and an anarchist second. Frankly I am very selfishly motivated, yet what I understand as necessary to achieve my own goals demands a just society for all. Anarchy is a necessary condition for transcendence, hence anarcho-transhumanism. As far as I can tell, there are two primary causes for this.

1) It is impossible for any one person to discover their most ideal trans/post human existence. The best way for each of us to find the most fulfilling existence is to allow people to have an enormous variety of experiments in living. Watching and learning from others provides the best opportunity to find the life I want, thus maximum liberty for all is necessary. Hence, anarchy.

2) I find the implications of singularity combined with current power structures to be unbelievably terrifying, far more horrific than anything I have ever learned or thought of.

Consider the current power structures of today. I tend to divide them into three categories; physical control, informational control, and resource control. Physical control refers to policing and military forces. Information control refers to propaganda and restrictions on the availability of information. Resource control refers to restricting or specifying what resources are available, who can obtain them, and how they are obtained.  These three work as a tripod to support each other; when one starts to fail the other two attempt to prop it up but this can only do so much. As of now, if one arm fails then they all fail so power structures are strongest when all three are maintained more or less equally. Modern advanced technology greatly improves two of these means of control yet is undermining a third. However, given enough advancement, any single arm could support and permanently enforce a power structure.

Physical control has been improved via modern military weapon systems (drones) and crowd control (LRAD and ADS). These are terrifying means of physically forcing compliance while far more effective and terrifying ones are being sought out and developed.

Resource control we see through our capitalist economy. With the means of production in the hands of a small minority, compliance can be demanded at the expense of going hungry. As economies of scale continue to shift in favor of greater and greater consolidation, the means of production will be further consolidated into the hands of a smaller minority. This could be counteracted by technologies like 3D printers but we're a long, long way, from being able to print food. Even then, there have even been calls by some to require federal registration of all 3D printers. Typically this is where many transhumanists like to claim that technology will set us free, they could not be more wrong. Mainstream usage of 3D printers and similar technologies is prohibitively expensive and will continue to be long before they can supplant our current economic systems. Thus through the near future, if not longer, resource control will continue to be a very effective means of controlling people.

Information control is beginning to fail, thanks to the advent of the internet. It is making huge waves and this form of control is the most likely arm to collapse. The power elites know this, that's why there have been so many attempts to control the net. Propaganda is no longer as effective as it once was and people are constantly being exposed to 'dangerous ideas,' such as anarchism. Corruption is more and more apparent and discontent is rapidly spreading. Attempts at censorship will continue until they succeed or one of the other arms of oppression attains a certain level of advancement.

This is where it starts to get terrifying. Imagine any one of these types of control taken to an extreme.

Physical control could be enforced via robots and drones. I've seen proposals where a fleet of microdrones would be dropped over an area to search out and eliminate a target(s). Big Dog and others (such as Petman) are getting very rapid improvements as well. Streets policed by platoons of terminators may be impossible to overrun. Unless people maintain the right to bear arms, which is one of many reasons I support 2nd amendment rights, this would be the end of civil disobedience, permanently.

Resource control could be total via extreme vertical integration. As efficiency ramps up via technological improvements to production, it becomes increasingly prohibitively expensive to enter a market. If a single organization, or oligopoly of organizations, control food production then they could demand obedience by not providing food. We're already seeing this start to happen. Include in this control of money, paper money could be deemed obsolete in favor of credit cards. These cards could be turned off at a whim by a totalitarian system, preventing anyone deemed undesirable from obtaining food through established means. Compliance would be guaranteed by the need to fulfill the basic necessities of life. The only possible counter to this would be farming cooperatives, which are far less efficient than factory farms and could easily be shut down with the excuse of having committed some minor crime.

Information control has the most horrific implications. Consider smartphones today, we are all carrying microphones and cameras which constantly transmit their location. At any time someone could be listening in. This serves primarily as an augment to physical control though can easily be used to discredit and outmaneuver any political dissident. Now imagine the trend of increasing integration taken to a greater extent, implants. Contact lens like interfaces (the natural extension of Google Glass) and cochlear implants (the natural extension of many bluetooth devices) could be hijacked for direct control over sensory input. At an extreme, they could be used to cause temporary blindness or deafness. More realistically they could serve as direct delivery of propaganda. Now take this just a little bit farther, brain implants. These could be imposed under the guise of security, or they could simply be sold to us as the new hot thing. They could directly interfere with signal processing or cognitive functioning. Say goodbye to free will, you are now a semi-autonomous cell of The Borg.

Granted each scenario is a very extreme case but it only takes one to pan out, or some combination to pass a threshold, for control to be total.

So, back to the connection with anarchism. The above scenario must not be allowed to happen. Yet it is inevitable if the current power structures persist for just a couple more decades. I don't need to convince you how hard the power elites will try to stay in control. They will use whatever means necessary and will never draw a humane line. More than I want to transcend, I want to avert this outcome. It terrifies me more than I can express.

A total dismantling of all power structures is the only way I can think of to make sure this does not happen. This clearly requires an egalitarian distribution of the means of production, among many other things. As far as I can tell, there is no anarcho-transhumanist theory on how to go about this but the 'technology will set us free' attitude is dangerously naive. There must be an anarchist revolution before transhumanist ideals can be truly achieved.

On a relevant side note, I think anarchism and transhumanism are intricately linked. If we manage to have an anarchist society then there will be people who seek transcendence. That would catalyze a transhumanist revolution and the continued liberty from anarchy would allow it to continue to the furthest extend I can imagine.

Anarcho-transhumanism; my interpretation of what that means

It all comes down to liberty and what that means for humans living in this world. Before I became interested in anarchy, I was fascinated by the implications of the technological singularity. It directly implies that we humans can evolve to the point where the reality we experience would be radically different from the one we live in today. This can be relatively simple, such as enhanced senses (hearing, vision, etc.), or it could manifest as radically reimagining the conscious experience. (Enhanced memory, cognitive processes, etc.) If it is possible for us to experience existence in an unimaginable variety of ways, then how is that different from the possibility of living any of a huge variety of possible lifestyles?

I consider the human form limiting, a temporary stepping stone towards a much broader and vast state of being. Our persistent dependence on very specific physical conditions becomes in itself oppressive given that it is possible for us to be free of those limitations. Any limitation or arbitrary restriction of liberty is offensive to me, including things such as my need for a certain ambient temperatures or organic chemical energy. In this sense, anarchy takes precedence as capitalism and statism directly impact my ability to meet physical needs. My current dependence on certain means of satisfying those needs is restricting, and oppressive in the context that there are many ways of meeting those needs. Anarchists seek to end the oppression and restrictions imposed by our current social systems but, for me at least, that is a means to post-human existence.

I define liberty as the ability to act upon will. As an anarcho-transhumanist, I seek to maximize liberty for all. This directly aligns with most of the goals of anarchism and transcends them. If it is my will to shape the physical world into a certain form, any conditions which prevent the implementation of my will are restrictions which ought to be overcome. 3D printing is an excellent example, having a 3D printer which can create an unimaginable variety of objects increases my ability to shape the world as I desire. Therefore having greater access to 3D printers maximizes my liberty. Today, the greatest restrictions on my liberty come from capitalism and the modern state but, once those are overcome, the struggle to end restriction imposed by my physical form will take priority.

I cannot speak for other anarcho-transhumanists but, for me, anarchism is a means to the next step of human evolution. Anarchy is the necessary condition to transcendence; I want to transcend therefore I am an anarchist.

The simplest possible society

I am defining society as the system of rules we follow or are expected to follow when relating (socializing) to others. These might be laws, customs, norms, speech, etc., but they are rules we use to navigate the complexities of living with other humans. The term society might include the people who abide by those rules but I will not use it as such, for the individual exists as separate from the community they are a part of. They can abandon it, adopt another, create their own, and it is even conceivably possible to resurrect a society when all of its members are now deceased. Imagine imprinting all of the customs, laws, norms, etc., all of the characteristics of a deceased society save the particular individuals that were a part of it onto the minds of a different group of individuals. These individuals would then follow the exact same rules of the deceased when relating to each other. If they were placed in the same town as the deceased an outsider would be unable to tell the difference, aside from different faces.  Thus I restate my definition of society: the rules that are followed or expected to be followed by a group of human individuals when relating to others.

Human societies are incredibly complex, truly so vast and deep that no individual can hold the whole in mind. When attempting to understand any difficult or complex concept it is often helpful to simplify it as much as possible and then apply those principles to more complex instances. For this reason I will imagine the simplest possible human society in attempt to discover principles upon which a society ought to be based.

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To begin, imagine a single individual human in nature. Clearly there is no society here, the very word implies social relations to others and there are no others. This may appear trivial but note how the concept of human rights no longer applies. This person may have a right to life, liberty, property, or a right to anything, and it would not matter. No other person exists who would have to respect those rights. If their rights do exist, then they do so in exactly the same way a lone island exists on a planet composed entirely of ocean. This island is land, the entirety of it, there are no other land masses from which to differentiate it from any other. The concept of islands being separated from continents does not apply as there are no continents, indeed we can only identify the concept ‘island’ from experiences on our planet. Similarly, rights do not exist for an individual person when no other persons exist.

Now we shall add a second person, and imagine that both of these people live on an island with no natural predators and more than enough evenly distributed natural resources for both to live a life of luxury. Additionally, assume that these individuals are each rational and self maximizing. As they will at least on occasion meet we can see how a society will inevitably form. Let’s assume that they only desire totally isolated lives, as in separate from one another, and self preservation. When they meet they will state these desires and, as rational beings, will come to a mutually agreeable way to satisfy them. The simplest way would be for each to stay on their respective half of the island. This agreement is the creation of their society. Arguably this is no society at all as they are choosing to not be sociable yet they still have an arrangement between them. This would be their social contract, the rules they follow when relating to each other. It may seem irrational, paranoid, and notably anti-social, but is a society nonetheless. This is the simplest human society that I can conceive of.

The properties of the simplest instance of a concept or object can be assumed to apply to more complex instances unless proven otherwise. Thus it would be worth examining the properties of this society. Conveniently it only has one rule, each person will stay on their respective side of the island, so I will use the word society as a proxy for this one rule until stated otherwise.  This society has characteristics that are implied in the manner of its formation; it is mutually agreeable and mutually understood. Without either of these qualifiers the society could not form. Without agreement the two individuals would be at odds and would be in a de facto state of war until they found an agreeable arrangement, or one is killed by the other thus making society impossible. Without mutual understanding one might inadvertently violate the rule and give the appearance of disagreeing, thus leading to the previously stated enmity until understanding is established. Thus this two person society can only exist if both conditions, that of mutual agreement and mutual understanding, are met.

There is an additional condition implied by breaches of the social arrangement. To explore this, imagine that one is physically stronger than the other, so much so that a fight would certainly lead to the stronger’s victory. Each still has the desire for isolation, thus the stronger would be rationally fulfilling their desire by killing the weaker. This makes any society they might form unsustainable as the stronger would simply kill the weaker, leaving a single human in isolation and thus dissolving society.

Now imagine that the difference in strength is less drastic. Most fights would lead to the stronger’s victory but not all, they would still have a significant risk of dying in conflict. The weaker would know that they are disadvantaged but still lethal, thus would desire a mutually agreeable and understandable rule to stave of a fight. The stronger would desire an agreement as well because their chance of victory is not high enough to warrant immediate attack. Any agreement reached between the two would be upheld only so long as the stronger felt the possibility of their own death was too high to risk attack, or until the weaker found an opportunity for a decisive preemptive attack (as they would know that eventually the stronger would attack, thus in the interest of self preservation they must each go on the offensive). This effectively imposes a half life on the existence of any society they might form; society would continue to exist until one found a way to kill the other.  Yet if they have equal force they are least likely to risk attacking as their chance of victory is equal to their chance of death.  As a total imbalance of power would immediately dissolve society and a lesser imbalance of power would eventually dissolve society, it follows that the closer the balance of power is to equilibrium then the longer their society will last. Thus the third necessary condition of this society is found, its rule must be mutually enforceable.

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In summation, this two person society is most sustainable if three conditions are met. The rules of the society must be mutually agreeable, mutually understood, and mutually enforceable. The extent to which these conditions are met determines the sustainability of their society.