To
me,
immortality is a frightening concept. The
inability to die prevents the
closure of one's
life; it destroys utterly any
purpose of life. With an
infinite amount of
time to exhaust, one could conceivably do
everything an
infinite number of times. If all
possibilities were to be exhausted, one's
life would be entirely
devoid of anything
stimulating.
It's at this last point that I start to really think way too hard about the whole issue. Once you are dead, nothing reaches you; nothing is perceived, and no stimulation occurs. If nothing stimulated you in your state of immortality, would you really be alive, or merely another corpse like everyone else?