Immortality. Stardust. Death.
Unique to the gods is the problem of supreme boredom. The gods have nothing to look forward to. Long after the last human has returned to stardust, the gods will live on, every day the same, infinite sameness. Mortals, humans, see that distant coach called death coming, in the distance, always somewhat distant, even if it’s knocking at the door. There’s always the chance of another breath, the breath of another chance. Death travels at night, during the day, in every season, every hour. It trots along – death by death by death. But at least mortality is not boring. To live a life without end is not a life. I don’t know how to describe immortality to mortals: a permanent scar; a tattoo that can’t be removed; a wart that keeps returning. A want that won’t go away no matter how many times satisfied. A roller coaster that never rolls to a full stop. To live knowing that you will sooner or later bid farewell – that’s exciting. If you knew you were never going to die, why would you ever bother even to get out of bed? Things could be put off until tomorrow forever. Death is a wake up call.
“A Supreme Boredom”
is episode 15 of
a Novel in Progress
in Serial Format at The Coming of the Toads.
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A new existential time, we seem to be passing into a new age. Or returning to an old one.
Maintenant tres apropos pour moi! I have never experienced boredom until Covid bequeathed indifference to life and death. Looking at the current world why would the Gods care? One way or another?
The supreme Buddhistic detachment over-promises I tellya!
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And yet….the universe is infinite….and so too, the experience open to the gods….