Scientifically speaking, life’s nothing but a series of chemical reactions. So, to accelerate or decelerate that process is of no great matter. It gives us that illusion of power in a life with little.
There is only one worthy goal for scientific exploration. Piercing the tissue that separates life from death.
I dream of a world where hope replaces fear. A world where a murdered man can stand in court to face his murderer. Where a crippled soldier, shrapnel in his spine can be killed, healed, then brought back to life to walk again.
What is love but a kind of creature waiting to be unbound? A malady. What does it bring any of us but… confusion and bedevilment?