The Last Post
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Yet one day, no more. And while I can look at a computer that hasn't been plugged in in 5 years, I cannot imagine what it must feel.
I wish I could upload my conscience to a computer. While it would be a copy of me, at least that copy could continue to learn and think.
On the other hand, I hope to giggle when I realize how similar dying is to falling asleep. Each day, I am no more.
I think my inclination towards digital hoarding is, at least in part, a refutation of my mortality and as close to the singularity as I will ever get.
What happens is, he isn't there.
life is magical but it's duration is unknown. And it gets a little greyer as one ages. Plan for tomorrow, but pay attention to today because one never knows. It's not what you get, it's who you help.