A toy which people cry for,
And on their knees apply for,
Dispute, contend and lie for,
And if allowed
Would be right proud
Eternally to die for.
—G.J.
2009 Update: An endless longevity, the pursuit of which inspired the champions to whose memory our songs, statues and schoolbooks are dedicated. The endurance for which the brazen are bronzed.
13 comments:
I might be first in your comments today. To some of us that's reaching nirvana and/or beginning the quest for immortality which is awfully close to immorality (in the alphabet pursuit)
True enough Pia. It's to die for.
Immortality, and thus old age, are totally overrated. Good thing old age doesn't last forever.
immortality
the misery never ends...
immortality
name recorded on the
readers digest
mailing list...
Peace
IMMORTALITY, n. The myth of Tithonus expanded by mathematical equation to the entire universe. So much for science fiction.
IMMORTALITY, n. see also fame (just ask Elvis)
FAME (excerpt)
Remeber my name
Fame
I'm gonna live forever
I'm gonna learn how to fly
High
I feel it coming together
People will see me and cry
Fame
I'm gonna make it to heaven
Light up the sky like a flame
Fame
I'm gonna live forever
Baby remember my name
Hundreds of years in the future, advanced societies will sing praises and tell tales of the Blogger and Commenters of "Waking Ambrose."
Immortality, body renewal.
zombies vampires and Jesus
Immortality -- Opposite of I'm-mortal.
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immortality,n.
a caste for regret of past and present
Pia, it's a fine line indeed. Never place your trust in a t.
That must be right, TLP. Middle age is lengthy enough, starting as it does in youth.
Haha, Bear. I suppose as long as the RNC sends me surveys, I have not perished entirely.
Amoeba, scholarship might live forever. Scholars, who can tell?
Quilly, he just grunted.
Karen, as long as we believe it, I suppose.
For another mindless spin, Ariel?
Not exactly a clarion, is it, A-bell?
Good examples, Icy. Are you including Ariel?
The doomsayer's blessing, Jim?
A cask for a a casket, Minka?
“Louis, Louis, Louis...Stil whining, Louis! Are you quite finished? I've had to listen to that for centuries!-Lestat”
Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither,
Can in a moment travel thither,
And see the children sport upon the shore,
And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
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