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Rethinking Immortality


Article # : 17765 

Section : NATURAL SCIENCE
Issue Date : 6 / 1990  3,278 Words
Author : Robert P. Lanza
Robert P. Lanza is research associate of surgery at Harvard Medical School and senior scientist at BioHybrid Technologies.

       "The human mind cannot be absolutely destroyed with the human body, but there is some part of it which remains eternal."
       
        - Benedict de Spinoza, Ethics
       
        From around the corner came the trolley car, scattering sparks above it. There was a grind of metal wheels, the tinkle of a few coins. With a jolt and a sailing glide, the gigantic electric machine was on its way to my past, back, block by block through the decades, through the metropolitan limits of Boston, till it came to Roxbury. Here, at the foot of the hill where, for me, the universe began, I hoped I might find a set of initials scratched into the sidewalk or a tree, or perhaps an old, half-rusted toy, which I might put away in a shoe box as evidence of my own immortality.
       
        But when I reached that place I found that the tractors had been there and left. The city, It seemed, had reclaimed some acres of slum; the old house I lived in and the houses next door where lived my friends, and all the yards and trees of the years I grew up in - all those things gone. And though they had been swept from the world, in my mind they still stood, bright and heliographing in the sun, carefully superimposed on the real setting. I picked my way through the litter and the remains of some unidentifiable structure. It does not matter, I told myself. I might come here a hundred times before the sentiment of the past would upset my nerve and reawaken in me a sense of mortality.
       
        That spring day - which some of my contemporaries devoted to the Fine Arts Museum, others to contemplation in the ... (1990 of 18416 Characters)
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