Jul 18, 2006

Fire 'Er Up!

Toaster Strudel® is a registered trademark of Pillsbury In the 1970's Peggy Lee hit the charts with a song called, "Is That All There Is?". In the song she waxed existential about the disappointment of life itself and that at the end of the day, death was just another disappointment. Maybe this is a thought you have had, I have. We humans desperately want to believe that our existence transends our earthly humanity. That is why we have faith of one kind or another. We are convinced that our demise is a cruel misunderstanding that must be reversed. So we cling to the hope of eternal life of one sort or another. At least most of us do. I was just reading an article about the booming cryonics business. You know, where they freeze your body or at least your head, in the hope that someday science may make it possible to thaw you and bring you back to life. There is this outfit in Scottsdale, AZ., where this is being done. For a cool $150,000 you can get frozen for all time. Or until they figure out the next step. That's the fly in the ointment, no one knows what will actually happen. This company is committed to caring for the frozen for as long as it takes, and I'm sure they mean it, but I am hard-pressed to think of a 200 year-old company yhat is still operating, so I am skeptical. The clientele is an interesting mix of individuals, including a 99 year-old guy. Let me see if I have this right. He hopes that someone will figure out how to reverse the ravages of old age and fire him back up. So, in 200 years he pops back to life as a 300 year-old guy, culturally speaking. Makes no sense to me. It would be like Ben Franklin suddenly knocking on your door to borrow a tip for his quill pen. Here's a scene from the future. "Hey, Harry. What do you think is in these steel tanks? Holy crap!!!!." You get the picture. I guess the bottom line is that this seems like just another grab at immortality by the latest bunch of self-absorbed knuckleheads. I guess they figure there is no down side to trying to beat the clock. I am reminded of the words of the poet Dylan Thomas. "Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light." You can run, but you can't hide. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong and sometimes just full of it. Tag:

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