If we go into space, we need enhancements that handle radiation and osteoporosis... or else we're dead. So what seems like an enhancement in one generation becomes life and death in another generation.

If I wasn't me, I might be you

The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our separate ways, I to die, and you to live. Which of these two is better only God knows.

I guess I think differently than most folks. I think the reason the world is a mystical, enchanting place, is because of the cycle of life. My body will decompose, but maybe some little element of it will be transformed into a particle of dirt, over years and years,and then a glorious flower will be nurtured by this particle of dirt. Then this flower will nourish a random bumblebee, who in turn will be eaten by a raven. So, in some future life, I'll be able to fly. I look forward to that. I've always admired the freedom of birds.

In my solitude I have pondered much on the incomprehensible subjects of space, eternity, life and death.

Death is the retirement from life.