Immortality was the subject of the very first epic, so the fascination has been with us a long time.

My thoughts on the subject are that nobody could physically live forever because of the heat death of the universe, and in a larger sense, if someone began living, they would naturally need to end. But nobody really begins to live, since we are all part of the environment, animated bits of matter if you will. If we are things, then things can only live until the thing in question breaks down. But I don’t think we are things. These bodies give our lives meaning, a meaning that is only available through experience, but they are not who we really are. We are nothing. We came from nothing, we will return to nothing, no thing will survive. And this is good. Nothingness is existence, the self, that which is, life itself. All else is false, an illusion we experience to know what it means to die, and to know how such death is ultimately false.