Emissary of Fiction, and Enthusiast of the Spoken Word. Son, Brother, Friend, Companion, and Comic Relief when necessary. My hobbies are singing baritone, Pastafarianism, and playing devil’s advocate.
Huzzah! I’m a Mariner now! Addition thanks to all the Jellies who sent me sentiments.
“Listen to the MUSN’Ts, child,
Listen to the DON’Ts,
Listen to the SHOULDN’Ts,
The IMPOSSIBLEs and WON’Ts,
Listen to the NEVER HAVEs
Then Listen close to me—
Anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be.”
– Shel Silverstein
“The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt.”
– Bertrand Russell
“acquire money, and the entire world will conspire to call you a gentleman”
– Mark Twain
Would you prefer to live eternally, or to cease to exist altogether?
Yeah, definitely going for the live forever option. First, since I am “changeless and invulnerable to all physical harm”, I will be a superhero or an assassin or something that will allow me to best make use of those advantages. Then, when the thrill of immortality begins to wear off, I shall begin to study, amassing as much knowledge as inhumanly possible. Depending of the state of humanity at that point, I may share my knowledge with the world, or I may cloister myself away, preserving any advancements I have discovered to further my own exploration and evolution. Should it become clear that humanity is going to fail, I shall strike out for other planets, once again taking advantage of immortality to survive peacefully in what would otherwise be lethal environments. I shall make friends beyond the stars, becoming a living legend and last ambassador of humanity to the rest of the universe. Intelligent life will know me as The Wanderer in the Dark, a powerless god whose existence and purpose is never-ending. At some point, the great abyss of space will see fit to offer it’s secrets unto me, and I shall transcend mere reality as my sanity slowly mutates into a consciousness indescribable by our current conceptions. I will shake hands with Fate, and play poker with the Grim Reaper. At the very end, when the universe collapses upon itself, we will sit on the sidelines, sharing an xtra-large popcorn, breaking the silence only long enough to gasp quietly in amazement at the majesty of all creation falling into chaos.
Then we’ll all go get a beer.