You must die. 

You must die physically. 

We don’t want to, nor was it the intended plan. 

But, your body is breaking down.  So is your mind. 

Your faculties are failing.

Your skin is returning to dust.

If you ask some of the smartest people breathing, this is a tragedy but a solvable problem.  With time, money, and energy, physical death will be defeated, and we will have “healthy longevity or unlimited lifespans for all humanity.”

The fear of death isn’t just a modern thought.  Gilgamesh longed for immortality after seeing Enkidu die.  And Jesus felt this weight, weeping for his friends.

It beckons us all.  But attempting to solve it is misguided. The endless pursuit of longevity, health, eternal life is often sanctified self-idolization.

To hope in the idea of eternal longevity is to be blessed with a life void of feasting with Jesus.  It’s “always winter, but never Christmas.”

Be not dismayed, Christian; physical death is not your problem. “O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?”

Until Jesus returns, do not fear the dust that is coming.  It is the doorway to life. 

P.S. If we ever achieve it, maybe Eos’s words still ring true:

But when loathsome old age pressed full upon [Tithonus], and he could not move nor lift his limbs, this seemed to her in her heart the best counsel: she laid him in a room and put to the shining doors. There he babbles endlessly, and no more has strength at all, such as once he had in his supple limbs.

Society would be perplexed all the more.  With the capacity to hold more information, but still with more anxiety, fear, desire to conquer, confused by the lack of Christmas bells.