a person who wants to live forever doesn’t smoke cigarettes.

the narrative structure of my life, right now, is problematic. where is it going is what I’m wondering. I want to be open to new experiences.

this conversation could start in different ways. you might live to see the life extension technology really take off. Is mankind destined to destroy himself? You can think about fate and prophecy, about myths like the fountain of youth, about an artificially intelligent therapist that you tell your problems to, that you take your hopes and dreams to like a fortune teller.

there’s an oracle for that. recreate life, reanimate the living world, read into everything like an historian reading over pictograms, pouring over the landscape like old notes leftover from a biographer. creativity thru visionary thinking, seeing, transcribing, transcoding. the magic ritual of symbolic reasoning - shifting a meaning, reclaiming linguistic terrains wholesale thru appropriation.

a person who wants to live forever doesn’t smoke cigarettes. I know it’s a filthy habit but I don’t want to quit right now. more power to ya if you’re healthier than I - but I don’t want to live in a world where it’s mathematically impossible to hurt myself. the old drive to dense analysis of risk calculation.

at least a world wherein the transcendent is still possible, not just a button you can press over and over again. brave new living thru chemistry and the sensible engineering of negligence out of the equation. but the human desire for meaning makes this kind of engineering seem horrible so we reject any attempts to take away our free will, our spirit, our liberty, the consciousness as sole director of itself making decisions unencumbered by any external influence - that kind of fallacious thinking got me nowhere and we’re now here and what to do about it. subservience to the march of technological progress and the resistance thereof.