Monday, June 28, 2010
But I want my vegetable to be made of meat. Not just any meat. Human meat. Wait Morals??
What if that meat was made of me?
Can I grow a "dead" me?
Now the technological feasibility aside, if one could produce a viable biologically living body with no brain save basic life and function. Based on the DNA sequence that makes them... well them. Essentially a clone with no cognitive function whatsoever and keep it alive at the cost of feeding and waste removal, and who's ultimate purpose is to provide a controlled health organ replacement set along with, skin, blood, and other 'parts' now imagine you could have many growing at once, at different stages in life. As your bodies are aging you can undergo elective and proactive replacement with the unused parts.
You're buying immortality.
Day to day life is a bumpy ride for the best of us. You have good days and you have days where shitting your pants would make you feel better. Sometimes you look at yourself and realize you are standing in a field of scorpions and you’re looking up at a couple clouds shaped like titties and you have to yell at yourself to “Get it together! We are in a whole lot of trouble here!” But then you look down at the field of scorpions and go “Oh shit” and then although you were perfectly safe a second ago and looking at titties now you’re in extreme danger and you start to react. First you scream… that puts all those ugly little fuckers on edge…. Then as they all look in your general direction you step backwards squarely on the claw of a big fucker who lets you know by sticking you with his little member of pain. You react to that, and you step on another which shoves it’s stinger right under your big toenail…. Did I mention you were naked? You start to fall stumbling toward a pile of twisted steel. You eyes can’t close even though there is all kinds of shit poking you in the eyes as you fall. All your friends and family are standing on the edges of the field and telling you to come to them but then talking about you behind your back whenever you turn to then the pretend to care…. You spin in place looking for safety. Then you see a little girl… You see the sunshine breaking through the clouds. She is sitting in the same field as you unaware that the scorpions are really dangerous at all. She is not asking anything of you she is ok with the scorpions. She loves you. And you can walk over and sit beside her… She shows you a flower she picked. It looks like a bleeding heart. But that bleeding heart is healed. The scorpions are still all around. There is calm there is peace. There is love. Then everything is fine again the scorpions return to their cave for a rest they have many more days to ruin.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
The vast majority of people fear death. Few people find comfort when faced with their own mentality. They draw their comfort from dreams. From the though of the afterlife. That death is not forever. People don`t handle forever very well.
I can not be sure of what will happen after my heart stops, but because of my interest in all thing morbid, I have a pretty clear understanding of the `process`of dieing. The steps everyone goes through unless their are extreme mitigating factors. (i.e. vaporization, complete instant crushing...) I won`t get into them in great detail for brevity but I will say if there is an afterlife it definitely comes after brain death, any aparation you see between your heart stopping and brain death (as much as 7 -15min) are just that, aparations.
Consider this, someone who "comes back from the dead" rarely talks about being outside their bodies above themselves in the morgue or even the emergency room with the doctor milling about. They come back while the doctors are still trying to save their life. BECAUSE THEY'RE STILL ALIVE!
So the point? I can't understand why some people would CHOOSE to believe in an afterlife. Afterlife is creepy. If dead people know we love them hear us talking to them and all that hogwash... that's creepy. I love my granddad (he passed away this year) but I don't want him milling about. And I certainly don't want to spend my aged years hoping to get back together with my wife of 50 years. (assuming she dies first ((She is way older ;p )))
So ok say there is an afterlife and I pop out of hear and pop up there. I think I am going to be really really pissed off. Not JUST because I was wrong... but because you were right.