The body is amazing. It is a spacecraft. It is a time craft. It has a brain, a physical thing, and houses a mind, a non-corporeal being. Yet, my body carries me to certain doom. Can I fault my body for this? The set of circumstances for mortality go beyond just one body. There seems to be a school of thought these days that is focused on curing the individual body of the "disease" of mortality. Some scientists think they are coming closer to a solution. How can this be? Why should this be? Where the heck is the ethics committee?
In bygone days kings, queens, emperors, rulers attempted to immortalize themselves. Stories have come down to us, but the bodies of the people themselves are now dust. They became food for the worms and maggots and where their minds are, who can guess? Maybe some race of alien being has bottled their energy and now hawks it on the side of a celestial turnpike to passing saucers. If the source of these alien creature's livelihood dries up because a few human scientists decide to play god, humanity may be in a whole heap of trouble. These aliens are imbibing Tiberius, for heaven's sake! Do we really want to take such rapid leaps backwards in the name of progress? Why give Hitler a second chance?
Let's be content with what we have and not risk the U.F.O.s descending upon us!
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