Which, if either, is more frightening -- the threat/promise of death or the threat/promise of deathlessness?
In Christian myth, Methuselah is said by some to have lived 969 years. That's not precisely ageless, but for most of us mere mortals, it's close enough to suggest agelessness ... a realm in which what came before and what is yet to come stretch out endlessly and thus confound any notion of time or age or, perhaps, benefit.
There are days when the words slip easy off the tongue: "I don't want to die."
There are days when the words slip easy off the tongue: "I want to live forever."
And as the words slip off the tongue, perhaps they are accompanied by a sense that something might be a blessing and something else might be a curse.
But is it so? Isn't this life more interesting than blessings and curses?
I suspect it is.