You’ve imbibed a special potion that makes you immortal. Now that you’ve got forever, what changes will you make in your life? How will you live life differently, knowing you’ll always be around to be accountable for your actions?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us LONGEVITY.
I spend my life trying to build
some kind of friendship
between my body and my soul;
is this not a cruel endeavour, when I know that
my body will decay
and when not a drop of life is in it
my soul will be spirited away to Heaven
and have to grieve its friend, cadaver?
Why encourage my mind to cooperate with my body,
when my mind may fail me before my expiry
leaving my shell?
What joy is there if you can move
but no longer be moved?
And would it not be worse still
if my frame were to crumble
around my still agile mind;
to have thought, wit,
but no beauty or energy
with which to adorn or enjoy it?
Why are mind, body, soul
candles each with their own wick?
One is sure to burn out before the others.