if we were all immortal, time wouldn’t matter.
It’s always how much time we have between things. How long something will take. How long a movie is. How much time the drive is. How much free time we got in this interval of time. there is never an escape. time swallows us whole. it is so consistent.
“we have all the time in the world”
a phrase that comes with promise, with reassurance, but no matter what, you cannot free yourself from the literal constraints of time. we were caged long ago. Even in this paragraph, time cant not be mentioned. It is how we live, know, and exist.
Immortality is if the promise were true.
The world would keep spinning, it would eventually be swallowed by the sun, yes, but thats billions of years later... however,
Seconds turn into milliseconds , minutes into milliseconds, hours into minutes, days into hours, weeks into days, months into weeks, years into months, decades into- the list goes on as you can see.
Eventually 10 thousand years are just a minute. We could live to see millions of species die and millions of species born. Cycles repeating while ours doesn’t. Freedom. But time traps us not as prisoners, time shields us from no limitation as its children.
If i were immortal, I’d maybe do everything. I’d listen to everything, I’d go to everywhere. After maybe a thousand years, I’d be finished. By then, everything i’ve seen will have changed, and not a minuscule amount. But the foundations of those places, they’d still be there, and knowing I’ve stepped on every part of Earth, that knowledge would exist forever, and as a result, I’d feel empty.
When you’re immortal, you have the choice as to let yourself be limited in space, or touch every star in the known universe. I’d rather step on the places that I need. Humans can do the same thing for thousands of years. We are quite repetitive creatures. I would travel yes, but stepping on everything makes me feel like a conquerer. I go where I need to, I’ll let the world show me, and what the world doesn’t want to, I’ll never see.
When I die in … err .. when the time comes,
I’ll try my hardest to see everything. I wont have all the time in the world to. And I probably wont see a lot. Thats the most wonderful part. I have no choice but limitation. Limitation is the beauty of life. I’ll miss all the technological advances to come after. I’ll miss new eras of music, Ill miss new shows and movies, Ill miss war and love, Ill miss ….
And thats why dying is necessary. Cherish the interval you have. Cherish the chains time places on you. Cherish death, for it presents the beauty of everything, and prevents the conquest of everything.
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