Sparks: Could mending damaged DNA prolong life?
Do not patch the crumbling wall of a house already scheduled for demolition; the soul requires an exit, not a longer sentence in a decaying cell.
All I know is what I read in the papers, and it looks like the scientists want to fix our insides so we can live long enough to see the politicians finish spending the money we haven't made yet.
Forget the medical marvel; here is who has leverage: the prince who controls the duration of his subjects' lives possesses a weapon more terrifying than any standing army, for a man who cannot die cannot be threatened with martyrdom.
Why do you seek to extend the years of your breathing when you have not yet summoned the courage to use a single day for your own liberty rather than for the service of your master?
The prospect of living forever is quite charming until one realizes it involves spending an eternity at tea with the same relatives who have already exhausted one's patience in a mere seventy years.
What difference does it make to your Tuesday morning if your cells are immortal, unless that extra time provides the cash-value of a deeper moral experience rather than just a longer sequence of habits?
The proposal is described as a triumph of healing, but the mechanism is a monopoly on the very essence of life that allows the merchant to extract a rent from every heartbeat of the desperate.
In the lands of the West they seek to lengthen the road of life by alchemy, whereas in the gardens of Shiraz we know that a journey is judged by the hospitality found along the way, not by its distance.
'Nature's errors are being corrected by science,' the journal writes, as if the destruction of the language of mortality weren't the greatest error of all, performed with a clinical precision that leaves the patient hollow.
We stitch the microscopic threads of our frame with the same arrogance that animated the creature, never pausing to ask if the life we extend will thank us for the burden of its unnatural persistence.
They seek to preserve the individual spark in a single vessel, failing to see that life is an infinite fire that cares nothing for the melting of any particular candle.
By treating the biological sequence as a loom that has dropped its threads, we may weave a fabric of existence that extends indefinitely, provided we understand the operational logic of the repair.