loathing eternity
Why do I loathe eternity? Was I eternal before this life? The prospect of living forever dries up creative wells. There is no need to make things when procrastination loses its meaning. Just emptiness and the eternal void — being without making. Maybe hell is eternity and heaven is the end of it all.
human slime mold
I recall reading Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut. If you scale out to a civilization view, and imagine ourselves as Tralfamadorians —they perceive time in four dimensions and they don’t experience life sequentially the way humans do. They see every moment of a person’s existence simultaneously, the way we’d look at a mountain range. So when…
