i know they aren’t mutually exclusive claims, they just seem unrelated, which is why your shift in topic seemed unexpected to me. maybe they’re not for you? do you want to die eventually because you think you have to anyway? is this a general policy of not wanting things that seem difficult to get? personally, there’s loads of things i’d like that are currently anywhere from difficult to impossible to achieve.
i just can’t bring myself to see the prospect of everyone i know and love withering away and ceasing to exist within a century as anything other than a horrible tragedy. maybe it’s unavoidable (though i have some hope that it isn’t), but that doesn’t mean i have to like it.
I don’t want to live forever, because at some point you’re going to have done literally everything and seen everything, and I don’t want to live in a world where all wonder has turned into banality, and existence is nothing more than another in a count of days that just ticks endlessly upwards. At some point, even the warmth of love you have towards your family will disappear into the eons of your history, because you’ll have forgotten the things that created those feelings in the first place.
i know they aren’t mutually exclusive claims, they just seem unrelated, which is why your shift in topic seemed unexpected to me. maybe they’re not for you? do you want to die eventually because you think you have to anyway? is this a general policy of not wanting things that seem difficult to get? personally, there’s loads of things i’d like that are currently anywhere from difficult to impossible to achieve.
i just can’t bring myself to see the prospect of everyone i know and love withering away and ceasing to exist within a century as anything other than a horrible tragedy. maybe it’s unavoidable (though i have some hope that it isn’t), but that doesn’t mean i have to like it.
I don’t want to live forever, because at some point you’re going to have done literally everything and seen everything, and I don’t want to live in a world where all wonder has turned into banality, and existence is nothing more than another in a count of days that just ticks endlessly upwards. At some point, even the warmth of love you have towards your family will disappear into the eons of your history, because you’ll have forgotten the things that created those feelings in the first place.