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If you could live forever. . .

If you could live forever, would you? Lucretius famously said that life is a banquet. After the final course, you have to leave the dining room, for good. For many, this is life in the right proportions. But for some death is never a good option. If life is good, after all, why not forever?

What good is there, if any, in even considering this counterfactual?

In discussing our view of death, it carries our thinking on life to its logical consequence. Today, let's get clearer on what it's all about.

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  • Dan

    To be, or not to be, that is the question:
    Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
    The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
    Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
    And by opposing end them? To die, to sleep
    No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
    The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
    That Flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
    Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep,
    To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub,
    For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
    Must give us pause. There's the respect
    That makes Calamity of so long life:

    1 · May 4, 2013

    • Dan

      For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
      The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely,
      The pangs of disprized Love, the Law’s delay,
      The insolence of Office, and the Spurns
      That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
      When he himself might his Quietus make
      With a bare Bodkin? Who would Fardels bear,
      To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
      But that the dread of something after death,
      The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn
      No Traveller returns, Puzzles the will,
      And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
      Than fly to others that we know not of.Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
      And thus the Native hue of Resolution
      Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought,
      And enterprises of great pith and moment,
      With this regard their Currents turn awry,
      And lose the name of Action.

      2 · May 4, 2013

    • Renée

      To be reminded is wonderful

      June 2, 2013

  • Brian

    Thoughtful, good people. Great Time

    June 1, 2013

    • Renée

      Sorry I missed it. Cliff notes ?

      June 2, 2013

  • Donna

    A most intriguing event. Alas, I just joined and too late to commute. Looking forward to posts after this topic. Anyone recording?

    1 · June 1, 2013

  • A former member
    A former member

    I wish! Things keep getting better and better, I'd hate to miss any of it!

    May 22, 2013

  • Tom

    Hello, is anyone here a vampire? Please bite me!

    May 20, 2013

  • Renée

    out of town sounds fascinating hope to come soon

    May 20, 2013

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