posted on Oct, 12 2012 @ 12:55 PM
reply to post by Raelsatu
Imagine how breath taking it would be to recover a digital storage device drifting in space that has images and sounds and files that were created 4
billion years ago.
Always wondered would that would be like.
And then to find out that their technology and habits and lives were virtually the same.
Vanity? Probably some, but it's not hard to have some of that.
But I tend to think it's the desire to not feel alone, stranded, lost, trapped.
To know that what we're at heart has been and will be and is maybe forever... wouldn't that make dying easier? To know that what we're, the core of
what we're, is maybe forever? If we die then what's lost? The unique combination of things, sure. But the essence of them doesn't die.
The more people that die around me the more I think death is easier. I mean, if people I loved can go through life and die and handle it then I can
too. I respect them enough to face up to it.
And what if all that we're never was and never will be again? Death is forever? While that may easily be the case, it's dark and macabre. Makes me
feel like I'm bound inside a prison. But I refuse a get out of jail free card. Faith isn't an option for me. I have to KNOW or it's not a go for
Storing our memories is a way for the future to connect to the past and to know themselves better. So I see this memory technology as progress. It
makes us more 4th dimensional.
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