Certainly just a pretty word for us, mortals.

We cannot grasp the irrelevance of time.

We can imagine, certainly, a century, a millennium,

Some unfortunate can look beyond.

However, eons, billions, when time itself is of no importance,

When civilizations crumbles, covered by dust,

The planet you inhabited rusts, like the morality…

What was it again? Why you cared?

What is it – to care? Should you?

Sane and insane. The borders blur…everything fades.

You’ve seen everything there is to see and done everything there is to do.

Turns out the Universe is not a mystery.

There’s no secrets. No knowledge. No drive.

Radiant becomes bleak, and bleak becomes…tasteless.

It’s your constant. You wonder where’s the sense?

You had it, when your clock was ticking…

It is silent. Worse, it’s not needed.

How do you deal with it?

When death is no longer an excuse, how do you cope?

You don’t, because, for us, mortals

Forever is just a word and it ends when convenient.

10 thoughts on “Immortality

  1. Death cannot be delayed. But soul is immortal. Having escaped near to death, I get my nerves chilled. Nice read Liz


  2. Third time lucky. Here is what I meant to write:
    A thought provoking read. There are, of course the Transhumanists who believe that we will, in the future be able to live forever via the use of uploading our consciousness to artificial brains and continuing to live in bodies composed of
    silicon. Other Transhumanists hold that genetics can slow down and (perhaps) stop the ageing process and enhance our mental and physical capacities. Of
    course Transhumanism would usher in a host of new problems (pressure on finite resources among many others), and whether people could, in fact live forever
    is still (very much) up for debate. I remain an interested sceptic so far as eternal life is concerned. Best, Kevin


    1. Yes, they say so – third time is a lucky charm 🙂 Transhumanism is exactly what sparkled this piece. It’s an interesting topic to ponder on. I’m ever the skeptic, but I cannot stop but wonder how it would feel. Best, Liz


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