I would like to live forever.
Here on earth, there's a limit to how trees can go. At some point, the energy required to transport water and nutrients to that height makes it impossible for them to grow higher. So I've always wondered what a redwood forest would look like if it was growing on the moon. What would these plants become, if they were not constrained by nature? What would it be like, to walk through a forest on the moon? To see giant sequoias, thousands of years old, rising endlessly into the lunar sky?
I feel the same way about people. What would we become, if our lives never ended, but stretched on and on through the millennia? Would we embrace change? Or would the patterns in our minds ossify into deep habits that are impossible to change? I know if they had a drug that allowed for radical personality alterations, I'd take it in a heartbeat. That's why I read stories after all; I can think of nothing more intimate, more beautiful, than to suspend your own ego and allow yourself to be possessed by the thoughts of another. If we could live forever, then I would make it my goal to become as many different people as possible. To sample every sort of thought and idea. Every hundred years I would shed my self like a snake sheds its skin, and pursue some new sort of existence.
I can imagine nothing more strange or lovely than being offered the opportunity to experience the life of another.
