The idea of immortality sounds like torture. Same for heaven, where - paraphrasing Mark Twain - you are stuck with smarmy people.
What would be nice would be to pass into a state of pleasure that persists infinitely. For me: surrounded by the smell of hay-scented ferns and the sound of blue jays crying in the woods nearby.
Perhaps this could be accomplished if at the moment of death ( or what appears from the outside to be a single passing moment ) I am like Achilles approaching the tortoise - getting half way there in each of my internal moments, taking an infinite amount of time to enjoy each one. Let's hope something like that happens.
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