“You wish to live forever?
You want to be remembered?
You do not want your existence to be for naught?”
“That is right. I do not know what happens when I die.
Immortality solves the problem. I just don’t leave.”
“You misunderstand. And greatly so.”
“What is there to understand. I do not want to die.
It’s human nature.”
“It is never the physical body that lives on, no matter how advanced science becomes.
It is always the body of work you leave behind: your words and deeds, the contribution you make to society – whether positive or negative, the energy you choose to release into the world around you.”
A long moment of silence passed between them as the sage studied the stars and her student squirmed with thought.
“I get it. I understand. Immortality is more an idea than a tangible thing, not something seen so much as felt indirectly, perhaps for generations to come. It’s something we can all achieve, if we are conscious of our work.”
“Precisely. Now go, make your mark.” The Immortal One got up from her sitting position, stretched her arms to the sky so the stars could reach down and pluck her back up to the heavens.
Her student laughed at the irony. And then he admitted, contentedly at that, he was only human, but he would be immortal in his own way.