When I was younger I used to lie in bed and think about infinity and eternity and for some reason it really depressed me. One of the things I thought then that sticks with me is just that I’m not sure if I want to live forever. I think at some point down the eternity line, dunno if it’s boredom or weariness or whatever, but I kind of think I’d want to stop existing.

That’s more a reflection of this world, I guess. I dunno, I’m a pretty happy guy, have very little to complain about, much to be thankful for. But even so, if this world is all there is, I wouldn’t want to live forever. I think it would just get old.

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