A friend of mine was telling me how the reknowned futurist (a real career -mind you) who foretold the coming of the internet and information age predicted that by 2015 the advances in medical science would come so fast and so startling that for each successive year I lived on I would extend my lifespan by one year, in essence, living forever.
And it reminded me of a passage from Chuck P’s Lullabye
Imagine immortality, where even a marriage of fifty years would feel like a one-night stand. Imagine seeing trends and fashions blur past you. Imagine the world more crowded and desperate every century. Imagine changing religions, homes, diets, careers, until none of them have any real value. Imagine traveling the world until you’re bored with every square inch. Imagine your emotions, your loves, your hate and rivalries and victories, played out again and again until life is nothing more than a melodramatic soap opera. Until you regard the birth and death of other people with no more emotion than the wilted cut fowers you throw away.
I tell Helen, I think we’re immortal already.
I am in no means an advocate of anti-intellectualism. But it would seem that the curiosity which drives the pursuit of truth is a plague which will eventually claim us all, immortal or not.