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RE: Musings on Old Age and Death
My guess is that unless you have crystallized something in yourself that can survive the dissolution processes of dying, then the ever shifting smörgåsbord of sensations, thoughts and feelings that you experience as "me" will be dissolved into its constituent elements and energies and recycled in the common cosmic process. No "me" to even worry about :-)
The death of individuals is necessary for the species to remain beautiful, for living three hundred years and more, and unless the laws of information and thermodynamics do not apply to our machinery, we should all end , not as mere old "twisted croutus", which is already not very rejoicing, but we would flourish like Aliens.
This is very well put, and mirrors my thoughts.
Lets just say the universe is big on recycling :)