In the world of science, perfection is the absence of progress. I loathe to think of a day when the world reaches perfection, where as a society, we have nothing left to learn or fix. It makes life meaningless.
You can hate mortals as much as you wish, but the life of a "perfect" immortal being is not one that anyone should seek willingly. From where do you derive satisfaction if that is the case?
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You can hate mortals as much as you wish, but the life of a "perfect" immortal being is not one that anyone should seek willingly. From where do you derive satisfaction if that is the case?