Holy Deathclock!

According to the "Deathclock" at www.deathclock.com, I am scheduled to die on the morning of April 22nd, 2056. That's if all goes well.

I was doing some reading about how humans deal with their own mortality. According to one of those stupid "boks," humanity deals with its impermanance by creating cultures to record and recognize the deeds of individuals. That way, even though you and your children, and their children, and their children will eventually die and be forgotten, you can still leave a trace of yourself behind if your accomplishments are recorded. Look at Aristotle. That guy's so dead. But we still acknowledge him because his writing and ideas (and scupltured bust) have been left for future generations.

In summation: If you want to escape the terror of mortality, go do something intensely recordable. Go out there and achieve, meatbags.

ack! Mein Lieben!

S

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Mans, I've been meaning to reapply wordy caresses to my online blogtagon. No such regularity howevers because I have been a busy little bee since the beginning of school. I'll post some highlights someday when I have adequate time/logical capacity to relate them in an interesting way.

Foolhardy knaves!

Pyramus