[W]e fear death primarily because we misplace identity upon this thing we call our self, our life. our life isn't a closed entity, it is comprised of a lifetime of motions and impressions and communions and dialogs. every moment we live and breathe we spill over out into the world.
so immortality isn't some sublime mystery to be apprehended through false religion or obsession with science and technocracy. our being survives our individual minds and bodies automatically, living immediately in the world of those who survive us as our streams of affect have come to form bits of their own skin and memories and desires and conditioning. that is, as long as we live with open lives and open souls. as long as we live to create a flow of being out into our larger milieu, we gain a real measure of immortality.
this leaves us with two imperatives, however, to ensure that this overflowing can occur with vigor.
the individual must always condition her soul for overflowing, living with he fellows in open dialog, reverence and the most trenchant humanity. we must allow ourselves to merge fluidly with others as concrete, embodied individuals, share our rhythms, offer them up.
the individual must also seek to reduce the structual alienation present in the world, in all levels and manifestations, for each alienation represents a barrier to spreading the little bacteriophages of our being through traces and streams of affect.
the greatest immortality is that which occurs when we reduce the barriers between ourselves and the world and within that lived collective world. we can then rejoice in the presence of our decentered life throughout the perambulations of the world. this memory is virtual, it lives in flesh and patterns and traces, we cannot truly map out its full range of connections, but we may be assured it is there.
and hence each moment carries with it a mark of infinity that refers to the most particular event and the great breadth of the world across space and time.
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