Where in the universes did we ever get the notion that it is noble to keep going until we keel over?

 

Soylent Green, the movie, had it right.  You go into a lovely room, out of the heat and starvation and inhumanity, and eat strawberry jam, look at pretty flowers on a mountain, and go to sleep.  Forever.

Next, you get to glide effortlessly through magical waterfalls and fly over the Earth, at it's most beautiful: from a great distance.

Does anybody really know what time it is  ?