I think about my own death daily, as a reminder to not take for granted this incredible opportunity of being alive in the universe. But I am still unnerved by this graph! I'm 33, and I'm old enough to know that time passes very very quickly. If I want to die well it is better to start preparing myself now; it may take a long time to get square with the truth that absolutely everything dies. 10 years from now or 1000 years from now, what difference does it make if I can't accept that I will cease to be in this form at some point?
Any hearsay over some technology that might exist to expand our lifetimes completely misses the point. There will never be an absolute end to death. Even the Sun will eventually explode, and even beyond that the universe itself will probably die in heat death. Where will we be then? At what point do we think that we will have "lived enough"? Why do we assume that if we only live longer that we'll somehow be more cool with being dead some day? Is there anything in our experience that suggests we're more OK with death the older you get?
Any hearsay over some technology that might exist to expand our lifetimes completely misses the point. There will never be an absolute end to death. Even the Sun will eventually explode, and even beyond that the universe itself will probably die in heat death. Where will we be then? At what point do we think that we will have "lived enough"? Why do we assume that if we only live longer that we'll somehow be more cool with being dead some day? Is there anything in our experience that suggests we're more OK with death the older you get?
Why talk about tomorrow - we can eat right now!