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Humanity is innocent; humanity is guilty, and both states are undeniably true.
The ending of human life used to be in the hands of
nature. But we stole it. Now we have a monopoly on death. We are its sole distributor.
But like so many things, once we had possession of infinite knowledge, it suddenly seemed less important. Less urgent. Yes, we know everything, but I often wonder if anyone bothers to look at all that knowledge.
What must life have been like in the Age of Mortality? Full of passions, both good and bad. Fear giving rise to faith. Despair giving meaning to elation. They say even the winters were colder and the summers were warmer in those days.
We are not the same beings we once were. So then, if we are no longer human, what are we?
We became unnatural the moment we conquered death,
Without the threat of suffering, we can’t experience true joy. The best we get is pleasantness.”
But to whom can the immortal pray?
