In a million years it won't make much difference whether I ever was. But it doesn't make any difference now that I won't matter in a million years. 'Mattering' is something that only makes sense if there's someone to care. If I'm some kind of ghost in a million years, I have trouble imagining what would make my present life more meaningless than it being a mere prelude to a never-ending existence, and my first 75 years less than on ten-thousandth of it. Then there's the next million, the next billion, the next trillion, and so on.
A prolonged healthy life sounds good to me. I might enjoy living for centuries under those circumstances. But forever? What would be the point of it? My life is a narrative, with a beginning, a middle, and an end. Without the end, it's incomplete.
A prolonged healthy life sounds good to me. I might enjoy living for centuries under those circumstances. But forever? What would be the point of it? My life is a narrative, with a beginning, a middle, and an end. Without the end, it's incomplete.
I'm not anti-Christian. I'm anti-stupid.