I picked up National Geographic’s ‘God’ with Morgan Freeman hosting. http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/the-story-of-god-with-morgan-freeman/videos/story-of-god-trailer/ He travels to different lands exploring human beliefs.
One part of one episode haunts me. It’s of an older couple that created a life-size robotic bust of the wife. When Morgan Freeman spoke to ‘her’ she answered with eerie understanding. ‘She’s’ a computer with thousands and thousands of hours of the woman’s talk and thoughts stored in it. The husband, a scientist, thought it a travesty to lose her sage-like wisdom to future generations through death. He ultimately wants Science to be able to create a robot with a human soul. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/david-hinckley/morgan-freemans-new-nat-g_b_9601568.html
This is nightmare material for me. For me, accepting death on life’s terms feels paramount for keeping me right-sized.
On his deathbed our father implored one of his children to make sure his writings did not go to waste. A life desire of his was to have his work published, though he never took steps to do so.
I have told my children that when I die they are to feel no compunction to keep anything. That whatever I do not accomplish in this life I simply do not accomplish. It will not make or break the lives of future generations and I absolutely do not want them to use their time here to fulfill something I have not.
Ever grateful for my opportunity to exist, I hope I accept life on life’s terms. I do hope I leave behind some semblance of goodness that may help as we humans process through eternity, but I hope I remain willing to let me and my life go when it comes time to do so.
And – for the record – I don’t want a life-size robotic bust that can interact with folks left behind in my wake.
Done is done – and that’s okay.