Deathlessness should be arrived at in a... haphazard fashion. Loving fame as much as any man, we shall carve our initials in the shell of a tortoise and turn him loose in a peat bog.
If I shall exist eternally, how shall I exist tomorrow?
There never was a man of solid understanding, whose apprehensions are sober, and by a pensive inspection advised, but that he hath found by an irresistible necessity one true God and everlasting being.
How gloomy would be the mansions of the dead to him who did not know that he should never die: that what now acts shall continue its agency, and what now thinks shall think on forever!
Human existence had to have a deeper source than our own dank fluids. Dank or rank. There had to be a force behind it, a principal being who was and is and ever shall be.
I swear I think there is nothing but immortality!
He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.
I know that there is no such thing as death, because our spirit has always been alive and always will be. We are as eternal as God who created us.
