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In the past few centuries, we have succeeded in pushing the boundaries of our mortality, doubling what was once considered the average life span of humanity. This has a lot to do with better hygiene and diet, as well as social conformity (less chance of random violence), but it is also dependent on science and medicine. More children live to adulthood and more diseases associated with age can be treated (though not entirely cured). We reach out for immortality without the benefit of agelessness.
Some would say that we already have immortality however. Some have argued that the act of passing on one’s genetic quirks represents the only immortality that man can hope for. Not an immortality of self per se, but the continuation of the pattern of chromosomes that defines us as human. Though this argument is somewhat false as mutation and deterioration of the male genome ensures that the male conrtibutions will seldom remain true more than a few generations. Female chromosomes however can be traced back thousands of years, leading some to believe that the female genome dates from an older, stronger line than the male. Actually, the female chromosome just contains more redundancies and I don’t think this indicates anything other than a difference in evolutionary tactics between the sexes. Male chromosomes mutate faster and so can adapt faster in the face of environmental pressures. Female chromosomes are sturdier and better able to repair genetic damage caused by environmental pressures. But I’m neither a scientists nor a geneticist. What do I know?
Others see human immortality as something that already exists in the soul. Many religions say that when the mortal and fallible body dies, the immortal and perfect soul is released to live in a place which is also perfect. Or reincarnation, another spiritual tactic of man’s search for permanence, might be seen as a kind of immortality in which the soul seeks constant renewal in rebirth on this material plane, a chance for spiritual improvement.
Man’s search for immortality represents nothing more than his fear of death and his inability to know, with certainty, what happens when we shuffle off this mortal coil. Like Tithonus, if we could attain immortality, we might find it more of a burden than a blessing. Without the ability to die, the acquisition and worth of life might diminish. The birth rate would probably drop or the lives of children would become less valuable and even less desirable. Suicide and murder would skyrocket, if it was still possible for people to die without being resurrected in some way. In a way, if we achieved immortality, it would be the end of humanity. What defines us as human is our constant striving in life, not just for the little things like food and shelter, but for the act of creation, whether that is a physical act of procreation or the written word or other art. Without death, we would no longer strive for all the things which define living. Without death, we would be dead to life, stagnant and sterile. There would be no need to achieve anything. There would be no urgency to existence. Art and music and all things requiring a creative urge would fall away and we would live in a constant state of ennui. Depression and indifference would rule our existence.
If I could live forever, I would not. To live forever would be to give up everything that makes me yearn to live. Regardless of my belief in reincarnation, fixing the soul to a specific body in perpetuity would be a tragedy for the entire race. In the space of time it took for the entire race to become immortal, we would cease to be defined by anything and everything which we currently hold dear and sacred. Life and living would become a worthless endeavor and the quest for new sensations and ideas would become the only rule as we became more and more jaded and bored with the act of living. There is no savor in a life without end.
