The Quest for Immortality
Since time immemorial humanity has sought the elixir of life,
a mythical potion that bequeaths the imbiber
eternal life and/or eternal youth.
The philosopher’s stone, alchemy, cintamani are all means to this end.
A hefty amount of advertising and marketing nowadays
is based on this allusion.
Yet in popular culture we have many examples of the reality check;
Connor MacLeod in Highlander
The Doctor in Doctor Who
& Captain Jack Harkness in Torchwood.
By the time that you’ve buried the last of your grandchildren,
the allure of immortality wears off.
That’s unless you can acquire immortality for all of your kith and kin,
which would be pretty strange.
Even so it’s a pretty lonely place to be,
and would be most people’s idea of hell, the greatest curse.
And, where does love fit in to all of this equation?
The grand irony, and God’s big cosmic joke,
like some conjuring trick,
is that you are immortal, as is everyone else.
You were just looking in the wrong direction.
You dispose of that which you no longer need
– your body –
and take up ownership of a new one after a period of time.
It’s another way of saying that you have only one true birth
– leaving the original divine sound sleep state of God,
and you have only one true death
– conscious reunion with God
with many brief naps in between.
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