It’s funny the older I get the more I wish for death. What does age grant except a decaying body and broken mind… In reality, nothing! Unless medical science advances far enough to replace more major organs with machines especially the brain in the next 30 years but then you get into the philosophy of what is considered human at that point. If a person’s mind could be downloaded into a machine and installed into a robotic body, would they still be considered human is the philosophical question of the day.
Anyway, as stated in a previous post, I do not live for the things that humanity considers to make a life worth living for. What is the point in living when I don’t want it, when it is possible I never wanted it? My only “gift” would be a story that questions major religion regarding good/evil but it is doubtful most people would see the hidden context. They would have to be pretty cynical to see that far down. When I imagine the ultimate purpose for our species of parasites, I can’t help but ask what was the point? All I see is a field barren of crops on an over-populated planet assuming humanity doesn’t kill itself through hubris before that.