Bounded At Infinity

Seven Day. And a lovely fawg. Walked in. Enjoyed the light scattering, so dense it was a diffusion.

And then I ran across an article [Link] “The Tech Industry Is Obsessed With Immortality.” And this generated some thinkage. 

I have read stories about immortality for years. And have come to the hypothesis, maybe moree of a conjecture, that it’s an ugly thing.

Living forever. 

Are you the only one? Then you will have friends and enemies who are only passing, never present for any significant time. You are alone.

Are you several to many? Then you will become an oligarchy or dead. Depends on whether you dominate the temporaries or they dispose of you.

Are you all? Then things are static, always the same people and things, and boring. So why live?

On which note, what happens when your brain fills up? A forever of drooling asentience?

And, to quote the Kingston Trio, “I don’t like anyone very much.” So why put myself in pain? When the planet is populated by bubbas and bozos, death is a relief. And the only escape.

So why forever? What’s missing? From my view or theirs?

To say nothing of when Sol reaches out and consumes Tellus.

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