whether the weather is better depends on whether the weather hither there-or beyond where there isn't a feather, just concrete and pleather, and pleather should be recognized by the dictionary here henceforth, as a word of not particularly modern origin, and should have been acknowledged some time in the not-so distant past, but weather the weather is better depends on whether the weather hither there-or beyond where there isn't a feather, just concrete and pleather, is better or not-better, on a relative perception to whether the weather is better.

star rays beam down through a haze of fog, setting off chaotic disturbances that wreak havoc on the surrounding areas. it's almost like it's worth inventing a god out of it. the angry solar beast. yet, that angry solar beast is a machine with perturbations - error bars - the same as any other machine we've created, human or mechanical. error rates are a function of any process, not something determined by the source of it's fuel. it's just that maybe we can understand the error rates as something patterned and rational. forces from other galactic bodies. some insights in fluid mechanics that have escaped us. that's an amazing thing to study and make sense of, as magical as it seems.

this is why i think immortality has some benefits. it makes me utterly depressed to realize that i have a time restriction on the amount of time that i have to learn and analyze and contemplate things. it's not enough time to even get a sketch of things, so why even bother? there's the argument for anti-intellectualism that triumphs everything. it reduces education to a hobby. go do stuff...

...but then the stuff that yearns about to be done is just reading. we're silly creatures. doomed to our own irrelevancy.

but is immortality really impossible? there's a medical push to develop technologies that treat the body like a machine. lose an arm, become a cyborg. ok, cool. but eventually you're made out of metal. and then silicon. and that strikes me as unsustainable to service.

so, genetic engineering. but how far do you go with that? is it possible to convert an elderly person into a young one with frequent organ transplants? is that the most efficient way to do deal with it?

i kind of prefer the idea of recycling. bodies, that is. both organically, through a decomposition process, and by allowing for a sort of shape shifting. host jumping.

it would lead to a massive genetic bottleneck on the earth. i don't really see a way to prevent that. yet, it also makes evolution irrelevant. no, hegel, no, don't say that ridiculous phrase...

but the way the rich would use it would be to jump back to their 20s every few decades. people would get into a biological time machine and be 23 again.

first, it relies on the idea of creating human beings through 3-d printing. so, we're a ways away from that. but if we could create a 23 year old from a genetic sampling, without going through the messy phase of raising clones for mental takeover, we could create new hosts out of old organic material.

can your mind fit on a usb key? well, maybe a blu-ray disc. can it be downloaded and reuploaded into that new host?

...and then the old body gets recycled. that's an algorithm for immortality that could work. then, what of reproduction? well, who wants that under those circumstances? new minds, perhaps. sure, but it's no longer a biological imperative. a lot of existing biological ideas just break into pieces when applied to that kind of hypothetical reality. the entire laboratory's been trashed by hooligans, couldn't even enter it. not an unbroken flask in the place. labcoats, stylized into parisian fashions. just a mess.

so, reproduction probably doesn't end, but it probably does become measured in terms of centuries. and it might eventually even become advanced by 200 years or so, in terms of learning, by downloading some libraries at birth. oh, that little tyrant is quoting machiavelli again!

silly fantasies - or projecting hope onto hopelessness? well, the way back to creating meaning out of what we have in front of us isn't going backwards in time. we lost the whole god thing. we're better for it. let's move on. let's take that confident understanding of a godless universe into one where we construct our own existence, and give it the meaning we want.

it's really the choice between daydreaming of utopias and being overwhelmed by the pointlessness. there is a possibility of immortality, if we take an interest in creating it.