Lately I have been giving a lot of thought to the concept of immortality, a topic that is endlessly examined in our culture, from which star is having botox to maintaining the "body of a 20 year old". While we endlessly search for youth, we never seem to question the validity of that desire. Perhaps endless life would be more of a curse than a blessing. Perhaps what makes joy that much more joyful is the fleeting nature of it. I wonder, if we lived forever, would we be as passionate? As open? As ready to find beauty in each moment? Or would it all dissolve into a apathy, into sameness of thought. The notion is that one could do everything, but can even learning become tedious?