Rehumanism is an ism (or, idealogy) embodying the following body of observations:
Food, clothing, shelter — yes, but not merely that; and above that, the greater needs, grounded within the guileless seeds of sight, smell, taste, touch, and hearing, are tangibly emotional needs: to see, smell, taste, touch, hear, and heark (with warming chear) to the cheery wick of human and non-human communities. The capillary attractions of community, that wicks our energy upwards; that concentrates and venerates our energy into complexities, and all the complexities of art; that binds us whole, and loved, and lovely, to the energetic whole (though, unwholesomely, it sometimes rasp and subtly grasps for evil) of the community of all humanity and non-humanity — is that which humans need.
Lacking that, humans don’t merely lapse and lie, shallow in the bland languishments of depression and whiling days — they die.
This is known as apoptosis, or programmed cell death.
Cellular organisms require, with all close force, the physical fuse of community. Like-minded, self-same cellular organisms bind together the communal whole of sustaining community and the self.
This is not a perceived need. Veribly, it is the only need.
No humans live long in isolated stupor from other humans; but many humans, having that insulation of other humans, though not having food, clothing, shelter, or grimy run of other perceived, imperceptibly sculpted needs, have lived long — in pain, often, but shared across the striving plateau of same-suffering members (human, non-human, or otherwise) of that community.
Humans who fast in the company of others fast farther, without dying. Humans who fast alone die fast, and lonely.
Humans who wear clothing, whether companied by others or brashly not, rarely need that cloth; as such, we strike that as a need. (Numberless are the consumer’s cries for “More!”, and “Life is not enough.”)
And as for shelter! The most effective means, by effect of minimum expenditure of energy, of murdering unsheltered, homeless (wo)men is to move them from the massed hell and pellmell company of other unsheltered, homeless (wo)men, who are their greater home.
The neo-industrial program, by application of the observations above, as indicated by the programmatic, industrial extermination of the body of the physical world and thus all physical bodies in the world, which it fosters and foisters up, is antithetical to rehumanism.
The neo-industrial program is darkly, starkly anti-human, -humanist, and -rehumanist.
The neo-industrial program is a pogrom: on independent life and thereby life which is, and ever is, Independence (from coercion), Interdependence (with cooperation), and Violence (without coercive, corrosive, centralized monopolies on violence; e.g., a State).
Bodyless humans are less human.
To see the spectre, clothed in grey and grave attire, of what, actually, it means to be a bodyless human, see the meanness of those humans whose bodies have lost one or several of the several clusters of neuromuscular facial groups. Primeval “seat of the soul,” the face, though primitive, engenders emotion within the body wearing it by action of clusters of neuromuscular groups in it; and loss of one, or all, implies commiserate loss of emotion in that body.
Humans having had their lacrimal glands sealed (by cauterization of those glands, or otherwise) cannot cry. Reportedly, they also cannot feel sad — ever.
Humans having had the zygomaticus muscles paralyzed (by paroxysms of the brain or otherwise) cannot smile. Reportedly, they also cannot feel happy — ever and anon.
The [[Transhumanism?|transhumanist]] triste (and wistful, fickle dreaming) of cyberpunk-ishly uploading verdant sprays of your (sub)consciousness (and chockfull, magisterial neural content, and connectivity),
eviscerates the sub- or -conscious mind by virtue of that cybernetic mind’s lackluster lack of emotion-lustred facial groups; and a human face. Converted into so many manhandled neural bits, the mind’s been manicured of that, innately, that defined that mind: the emotive soul, and soulful wit to be moved and move others.
To rub it simply: “You can’t live forever, but you can die that long.”
To rub it complexly:
Behavioral psychology refers to this phenomenon as the Wikipedia:Facial Feedback Hypothesis. However, given the large corpus of positive evidence supporting that hypothesis, it is probable (perhaps, likely) that that hypothesis is no longer that but, now, established fact. And here is some evidence thereby.
Inhumanly, in sum, you may live forever by dying, forever.
But: is that life?