Gustible - under the rubric of [$_SELF]

Ever since, I have imagined that I would live forever. One day the technology would arrive to let me go far far beyond three score and whatever. One day I would not be mortal, one day I will hold the universe in the palm of my virtual hand.
I am now 41 years old. With the passing of every year I am blessed with being able to perceive the patterns of the passing with greater clarity and compassion. An hour does not equate to an eternity anymore. A month is just a colour being added to the palette the year is painted with. I am finally becoming aware of my mortality, of the possibility of ending.

Yet – I yearn for the Singularity. I want to be young forever, to be Madonna-like in the image I project into the world. But I do not want to relinquish the blessed perspective I have in return for being twenty years old again. It is an old and hackneyed truth – “youth is wasted on the young”. One finds oneself in a position where it is almost impossible to argue in support of the virtues of being older. Even though I know that the only advantage youth has is a physical advantage.

Possibly a solution to this conundrum ( a resolution to the battle between the generations) resides in the realm of mathematics – should we explore those other dimensions ? Physics maybe – is reality contained within these three walls ? Or philosophy, religion, new age beliefs ? Do we trust in the guarantee of rebirth ? Do we commit ourselves to the idea of Heaven ?

I do not know. Every year, the bone pushes closer to the surface. Every year we become wiser. There is a skull beneath the skin of us all.