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Today I wanna think about immortality. After watching Shelly Kagan’s lectures (19 of 26 at this moment) I started considering death more deeply. It’s so amazing when you can understand everything that a professor tells students in a foreign university and connect his ideas with your own. I was mildly amused when Kagan told about immortality and said that it would be quite horrible to be immortal because you’ll get everything in such amounts as you wish and you’ll get it again and again, more and more, endlessly. At some point you’ll hate everything because infinite time gives you all you may wish for, and there will not be any new wishes. All your desires will be satisfied; all your dreams will become real; you will get everything till you say, “I want nothing.” But there is no such thing that can be called “nothing”. Well, at the beginning the idea of immortality seems to be very exciting, but if you really imagine this and think about all contingencies thoroughly you’ll probably bolt out of this airy castle.
So, listening to Kagan’s fantasy upon this subject, I thought about all beings as if they were a long living line divided into different parts in order to protect itself from figuring out its immortality. All this leads to the conclusion that there is no meaningful existence without death. If I had figured out that I’m the energy which can’t be destroyed, only transformed into something else, there would have remained only one possible meaning for me, which is seeking a better form and destroying all little things that wants to be immortal within me.
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