By Anna Von Reitz
I have known too many people for whom death was a blessing to think ill of Death.
I have also grown to realize that none of us would want to live forever, trapped in the same body, stuck in the same identity, polling over the same skill sets, centuries after centuries. How boring and frustrating would that be, with no fresh starts?
Can you imagine arguing with your second wife over your first wife and kids for 800 years?
Being an Accountant for 500 years?
Having the nickname "Binky" for 700 years? (Makes my skin crawl just thinking about it.)
Even if you could maintain a steady-state at age 35 and perfect health "forever" ---- there would come a time when you would want to move on and let go. I know it in my own soul. I think that if people are honest, they know the truth.
Now, killing is a different thing.
The reason that we shouldn't kill isn't that death is such a horrible-bad-ugly-no-good-
awful thing, but because we can't create life.
If you can't create life, what right do you have to kill?