I don’t think I could say that there’s no hope for rescue. Even if present technology makes rescue impossible, technology is always being advanced. With a few years of food, I may live long enough for a rescue to be possible.
However, let’s assume the chance of rescue is negligible. Further, let’s assume I do not deceive myself about this fact. There are really two issues I have to deal with, not one. There are isolation and despair. These are not one and the same. (I think this is the point Julia Mae made about hermits.)
The isolation would be more difficult for some people than for others. Some people are just naturally more inclined to solitude. These people would probably suffer less from the isolation. Since this ship is a manned mission to Mars, I’m assuming it’s equipped to provide sources of exercise, education, and entertainment (e.g. treadmill, books, movies, etc.).
Let’s say I have a high tolerance for being alone. I keep myself busy. I write my memoirs. (Sooner or later someone’s likely to salvage the ship.) I postpone my mental breakdown for a surprisingly long time.
The big question is: how do I avoid despair? If I’m physically and mentally healthy, if I have something with which to occupy the hours, how do I not despair that everything I do is for nothing? (Of course, I don’t have to be lost in space to despair that everything I do is for nothing.)
But this question reveals another question behind it: What gives value to life?
Is it my relationship with people ?
Is it my relationship with God?
Is it my relationship with myself?
If it’s solely my relationship with other people (e.g. contributing to society, enjoying their company), I’m least equipped to tolerate my situation because there are no other people for me to have a relationship with.*
If it’s my relationship with God, I’m best equipped to tolerate the situation since my relationship with God is unaffected by my isolation (unless the absence of the sacraments endangers my soul. Does it? Someone please help out here.)
What if I don’t believe in God? I suppose I might have a relationship with my Self instead of with God. But this doesn’t strike me as a relationship that would save me from despair. I’m not prolonging my life for the good of other people. I’m not prolonging it in obedience to God. There doesn’t seem to be any reason to prolong it more than I want to.
- Sneaky me–Earlier I said I would write my memoirs for future generations that salvage my ship.