@killer:
Joe Smith just seemed generic, like John Johnson or Jane Doe...and I am writing a book, or at least a very rough draft of it that'll be revised like hell, essentially dealing with the increasing feeling insignificance or anonymity that most feel in some form or another (ie, the hundreds of white collar, red tie, Dilbert-like workers in the maze of cubicles, working on menial tasks or tasks that could be performed by others easily and so contain little to no trace of a unique output on their part, leading to a sense that, coupled with the questions against God via existentialism and Darwin, human beings are not quite so "special" as they once thought they were, and are not creating or living unique or fulfilling lives as a result) and respond to that by essentially suggesting Life via Artistry, meaning that in the same way a painter paints and is master over the work rather than but a speck of color within billions of specks that make up the painting, man should strive to create for himself an identity which is distinct rather than indistinct and transcendental, meaning it will survive the bodily life of the Artist in the same way we can say John Lennon "lives on" in his music and as such is nearly ever-present, such is the power and impact of his music, rather than incidental, meaning to live a life perhaps a bearing in the moment but not beyond it, for example, if you think of life as a football game, to be transcendental would be to have such an impact on the game that it goes beyond THIS game and can affect others via a rule change, say, or simply remembrance of your deed, whereas to be incidental would be to accept "winning isn't everything, it's the only thing," focus just on winning the game and nothing more, and so you might win Game 3 of the 1996 NFL Season...but who's going to really remember that "feat" in 2010, let alone 2110, unless it was an AMAZING win, an ARTISTIC win in which you performed a feat that lives forever in football lore, or the rules had to be changed for it, to be transcendental- the Afterlife of the Artist.
That was a ridiculously long run-on... ;)
@Octavious:
I half agree with your take on the afterlife. Assuming we're talking about a Judeo-Christian heaven, or some concept of the afterlife similar, then I definitely agree that the after can overshadow the before, your living life- while you are living it, no less, and that's exactly what I don't like about it most, living to die, so to speak, so you can go to heaven.
But I do think that in such a heaven the case of your feats being reduced in significance wouldn't be- if heaven were like my idea of the Transcendental Artist, where the artist, long dead, lives on through the work.
When I think of heaven...personally I think of two things, a more realistic version and then a "that'd be kind of awesome...if it could be" version:
-You die, but live on through your works; whether or not you're "awake" or "sentient" to "see yourself" be lauded in these works I don't know and don't think matters, the fact that Dante's words will be read again and again or Shakespeare's plays seen again and again or Mozart's music...the fact those things are omnipresent, due to their great reah in popularity and influence, coupled with the fact those are DANTE'S ideas or SHAKESPEARE'S ideas or MOZART'S ideas, not some one elses, being spoke again and again- your mind, then, does live on, if not indirectly, and that's a sort of afterlife, your mind and ideas living on, detached from any body, forever.
And the "damn that'd be cool...if it could ever happen..." version:
-You die, and find yourself at the pearly gates. Peter's a waiter, and "shows you to your table." At it are all the folks of the craft that you took part in- when Puccini died, he found himself taking a seat in between Verdi and Beethoven while Mozart raised a toast and Gilbert and Sullivan were bickering over who was the greater genius; near the bar are all the philosophers, having a sorely-needed drink, and instead of just enjoying themselves, now they're arguing whether or not this really is heaven, Aquinas and Descartes and Locke happily asserting they were right all along while Plato contends this is more like his idea of the Forms and thus his heaven concept while Nietzsche and Hume and Hobbes contend that this still isn't heaven, just something else...so when you die you get to sit at one of the tables, where you had your contributions, and maybe get up every now and again to visit another table and your friends there, if they weren't seated at your table (and to complain to Peter the Waiter there's a fly in your soup, which has offended Arthur Sullivan that he should dare be served a fly in his soup and has sparked a debate at the bar where Hume now exclaims this can't be Descartes' Christian heaven as what God of Restaurant Management would allow for an imperfect soup, let alone the presence of evil via the fly in the soup...
Or something like that. :p