I have to say Highlander is one of my all time favourites, so much so that I bought Highlander 2 and watched Highlander 3 twice! If you’ve seen either of these movies you’ll understand just how deep my love for the first movie is.
The character Connor always came across as a sad person, who had to live in his past for happiness. His light faded when his first wife died, that’s when he came to realise what immortality meant. Love is a moment’s joy, whose sorrowful loss must be carried for an eternity.
I don’t want to live forever for many reasons. For one, like I’ve posted in this poem Immortality, No Thanks! I believe I would grow bored with my own thoughts, and at some point I’d reach a limit to my own abilities. Unless of course I also become limitless with immortality, but at that point I’d probably reminisce about the good ol’ days when I was limited, and all the joys I had learning everything from scratch. Then again maybe that’s why I’m living in a world where I have no idea where I came from, or (more importantly now) where I’m going. Could this world be a Paradise for Immortal Limitless Beings? Kind of like being dominated by my ignorance gives me some kind of almost sexual kick? The climax of which is death, the ultimate trip into the unknown where all becomes ignorance, and for a split moment I get an orgasmic rush from the uncertainty of my future, till slowly I come to realise as the veil of ignorance is lifted, that once again I have become my former self, an immortal omniscient being.
But seriously…
I’m not frightened by death or the thought that I will no longer exist. If you were to psychoanalyse this, some might say I don’t love anything enough to miss. This would be true, there’s nothing in life that I’ve grown so attached to that I would miss it, even my own friends, family or even my own personality with all it’s many experiences. The idea of having to carry ‘my baggage’ for eternity, never forgetting anything I’ve done, living with the good and the bad, and knowing that it’s shaping my future in subconscious ways, which I could never come to realise or have the control to consciously change. Maybe its failure I truly fear, and death’s but a key to escape. Somewhere I can go if or when I have sabotaged my own life and the mind is an empty shell living in a warm body. Then might it be best to remove the mind and allow nature to recycled the body.
Change and diversity, as far as I’m concerned is what stimulates growth, the mind as it grows old tries to stop the change, as if rigor mortis has already set in. There are so many walking dead in this world its amazing, I’ve looked into peoples eyes and seen the abyss. If this where the world of the immortals, I would say within two to three generations they’d all end up insane. Could the mind cope with having to relearn everything it has come to take for granted. It’s the confident ignorance of youth that sets the pretext for the new world, would the old be willing to accept the new, or just demand that they turn down the volume!
Of course there’s the practical issue of overpopulation, where are all these old people going to live, well it’s really the young that should be worried. If old people aren’t going to die as quickly lots more housing will be needed, and food. You can forget about retirement till you’re at least 120 years old, before you enjoy your remaining 50 in Florida. Think of all the birthday presents you’ll have to by for all the great great grandchildren, you’re talking on average 16 of them, 8 great grandchildren, 4 grandchildren, and your own 2 children which spawn all the others, that’s 30 a year, now lets not get started on all your cousins and their children. This to me seems like hell!