Killing the Reaper

We are all born, we all grow, we mature, and we grow old, and ultimately, everyone dies. No matter your background, your wealth, your feelings, morals, skin color, or any other factor.

Unavoidable, impossible to prevent, an unchanging and natural truth, Death acts as the great equalizer. It would be unnatural and immoral to ever try to ruin something that humanity depends on.

There would be no life without Death.

That’s what He tells you. After all, he reaps what YOU sow. He wins every time one of us departs this world. Your experiences, accomplishments, effort, it all goes away with you once you go, another footnote in history, if you’re lucky.

Like a shadow, always waiting, telling us that our time will come some day.

But everything natural is not good . No reasonable person wishes for the return of previous pandemics or diseases, or to destroy the technology or medicine which prolongs and extends our lives, which saves us from the fate of our ancestors dying to the common cold.

We all imagine our last moments to be ones of content, surrounded by family (hopefully with our grandchildren or even great-grandchildren present), having accomplished everything we ever hoped we would, everything we could ever dream of, and perhaps just a little tired of a long and plentiful, but perhaps boring life.

But what if that wasn’t the case? What if you still thought it was too early? That you still had years of work or dreams left? What if you couldn’t live to see those great-granchildren, or even your grandchildren?

If your life was cut short prematurely by whatever unfair cause?

Did it all have a purpose? At that moment, would you think there is a reason for everything?

Life expectancy in the majority of countries and continents increases nearly every level, but not equally. Many third world countries experience significnatly lower lifespans and higher mortality, especially in children.

Would saving them from death be worth the potential moral and scientific implications of a death pill?

When people imagine immortality, they often think of their own selves living to two hundred years old, not the children dying at seven, or the people not making it to twenty.

So let’s suppose He’s not right. Imagine that death, like any other ailment, can be slowed, prevented, and perhaps even cured. What if we could kill the reaper, and find a cure to death, a way to indefinitely extend our lives, an immortality pill?

While not a new idea, by any stretch, and one that has been thought of, researched, tried, and failed millions of times, the concept of an immortality pill in an imaginary world allows us to visualize and symbolize a number of different scenarios and concepts.

First of all, would “the people” have access to such a miracle? Even assuming that such a cure is possible, and that it’s possible to mass produce it in such a capacity to satisfy even some portion of the immense demand it would have, the issue of cost and availability would remain.

In a world ruled by capitalism and a possible monopoly on the drug, the prices could skyrocket similar to how epi-pens cost thousands of times what they should.

Despite the remarkable progress the world has made in the last decades, almost fifteen thousand children die every day mostly due to preventable causes.

Now imagine how many wouldn’t get saved by an immortality pill.

The billionaire self proclaimed philanthropists might not want to risk the couple thousand doses entitled to them to help a mass of nameless people.

The insurance sector, medicine sector, and millions of jobs would be in danger, even ignoring the likely incredible pushback from both sides of the aisle on Capitol Hill.

What would they do if the people they serve didn’t have any ailments? If there truly was no obstacle left to face?

After all, the most valuable currency we have is time, and it’s the only one that can’t be replenished or bought, saved for another time, or taken back once lost.

For the sake of humanity, some changes need to be made if scientists are ever going to discover the secret of the fountain of youth.

Posted by Purushashirvani in Killing The Reaper, Posts, Thoughts
Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely

Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely

Absolute power corrupts absolutely

We’ve all heard the expression, and history has proven it, again and again. Men- and women in power, have committed heinous acts more often than not, and it’s rare that we see an absolute ruler do anything that doesn’t benefit them one way or another.

There is, however, a problem with this expression. It implies that power corrupts humans otherwise pure, making it, in essence corrupt or inherently bad.

This cannot be true, however. because, like other forces, power can be used for reaching the goal of anyone wielding it, good or bad. Like money, or fame, it can be used to better the world around us or the opposite, to twist it for our personal gain or benefit. This would make power in of itself neutral, meaning the acts committed by the wielder fall on their own shoulders.

Statements

Hence, in order to accept the statement “absolute power corrupts absolutely,” acknowledging that power is, itself neutral, we would have to accept at least one of the following statements:

1. The state of being evil in human beings is dependent on the ability to commit evil acts, meaning that the only reason people aren’t cruel is because they aren’t able to be, or would lose something if they were. This would mean that humanity is inherently bad, and that people, given the opportunity, and no incentive to be good (absolute power) would take the wrong path every time. OR

2. We give power to the wrong people, consistently- meaning that we always choose to give bad people absolute power, without exception. A complete failure to ever attempt to, or succeed to make good people stronger means that we are drawn to bad people. This leads us to the only possible conclusion that we are inherently bad, not just them. After all, power cannot be gained alone. Money, fame, and influence all require others to use and wield, and are worthless alone, without others to help accumulate them. Who other than the people are responsible for individual rise to power?

So which is it? Are we all bad or are we bad at picking people to wield power? Neither sounds very good, does it?

Posted by Purushashirvani in Posts, Thoughts
A Beacon of Color

A Beacon of Color

A Beacon of Color: By Purusha Shirvani

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Sitting behind a desk, painted white, 
an extension of the settled snow on the ground,
separated only by a window
looking out into the starry night.

A snow loader slowly advances,
blinking red lights
bouncing off the milky snow
overcoming the faint light of the half-moon

Looking down,
I see my keyboard lights
painting the top of the desk
with a myriad of colors.

Colors mean so much to us.
From our clothes,
the world we see,
our nations’ flags
to our skin colors.

When the Sun shines,
casts its light on the Earth,
one ray, one shade, everywhere,

our barriers are the only things
dispersing it into separate colors;
rupturing the light
in our mind’s prism.
We label them
categorize them,
same way we do to each other.

Forgetting that a rainbow
could only be beautiful
when all the colors are together.

Looking at the lights
dancing on the wall
A festival of colors
Blending together

I’m snatched out of my thoughts
Back into my room
by the screeching sound
of the snow loader plow
Dragging on the street

Locked in my room on a winter night,
Behind a desk, painted white
Isolated but not divided
My keyboard like a window
A link to the outside world
typing away on the lighted keyboard
brighter and brighter
Shining like a beacon



“RGB keyboards for gamers at Corsair’s booth at Gamescom 2018” by marcoverch is licensed under CC BY 2.0

Posted by Purushashirvani in Poems, Thoughts