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On Not Dying

Updated on June 19, 2013

Immortality, Shakespeare and Your Grandmother

WHEN THE DOORBELL RANG, I was surprised, as I wasn't expecting anyone. I surely wasn't expecting the Jehovah's Witnesses.

We chatted very briefly, exchanging pleasantries, when they suddenly hit me with, "How would you like to live forever?" "That would be positively vampiric," I replied. The conversation went quickly downhill from there.

This was years back, and in the interim guess what I did? Correct, I aged. I got closer to the front of the line -- as in my mortality. Despite that brick-in-the-nose fact, I haven't changed views on my own personal End Times. Living for 50, 75 or 100 years is tough enough. How would passing 500 or 1,000 be?

Strange, yes, but also dreary, repetitive and in ways perhaps downright surprising, profoundly sad.

Now, I love the earth, and I love the oceanic chemistry of love, adventuring to new places and meeting new people. I love hiking just about any trail, running, food, hot coffee, long kisses, a warm shower, another soapy body in the shower, ocean swims, the setting sun painting the sky at dusk, and playtime with the pups. In short, I love being alive.

But life is transitory. The party is a brief one. Things age, rust, decompose, die. All things come into being to one day be no more. No one says Whoopee! when they see Dracula. Vampires are not called the endlessly alive, they're called the undead, and for good reason.

Clearly, I don't want any neck bites from soulless transgressors with dramatically pale skin, and neither do I wish to occupy a never-ending picnic grounds in the sky. The Jehovah's Witnesses might as well have been trying to sell Tupperware to a bachelor who never cooks.

Besides, there are far better ways not to die.

Everyone alive today -- you, me and everyone we have ever encountered -- represents the current end point in a long chain of being. Our rather adept ancestors -- the clever, fit or fortunate human beings who preceded us -- live on in us. Not only genetically, but in the Long Arc, in the unfolding of the entire human story over multiple millennia.

With this aerial perspective, my wonderful grandmother Jennie, who passed away in 1965, lives on in me, and in the same way I will live on in my son, and in his offspring should he choose to breed sometime in the coming years.

Not all of us have children, and not all of us predecease our children, and not all of our children have children, but if they do then the moment you hold your first grandchild, your every atom and your clever strands of DNA coo along with your heart, because you intuitively know you have made it. For good.

Offspring are nature's answer to inevitable decay. The cry of the newborn is the off-switch to mortality.

But even without offspring, human beings can live on and on, nearly forever. Who lives longer than Dracula? His creator, Bram Stoker.

If you're a writer, and your written works live on well past your physical body, has not the essential core of you -- everything that made your life unique, colorful, vibrant and worth sharing -- lived on in your books, your plays or your poems?

Is Shakespeare dead?

Surely Shakespeare was alive when he performed at the Globe Theater himself in one of the plays that he had authored. Yet, he was also alive, and present, when one of his plays was performed 40 miles away, with clever Will not in the cast or otherwise there in the flesh.

So long as he is read and performed, discussed and appreciated, Shakespeare lives. The Bard is vibrantly alive, as is Socrates, Hippocrates, Bach, Mozart, Dostoevsky and Dickens.

No kids, and no great books, art, or music of your own making to leave behind? Not even a large library in some big city named after you?

Fret not.

Perhaps you helped provide the paper for a great book or transported a great work of art, or a piece of it, or helped build the edifice that housed the esteemed library. Or maybe you cast one of the deciding votes for Abe Lincoln or John Kennedy. Maybe you marched with Martin Luther King Jr. Perhaps you lent a hand to a poor soul who became the grandparent of a Helen Keller or an Oprah Winfrey. Perhaps you were of help and significance to a teacher who influenced Warren Buffet or Bill Clinton. Maybe you delivered the milk to young Dwight Eisenhower or Ronnie Reagan.

The greats not only sit on the shoulders of other giants, they sit on the shoulders of all humanity. No genius ever accomplished something great from scratch, and by his or her lonesome, away on some far island.

When it comes to humanity there are no islands.

We're all in this together. We cheer when someone does something great because we are of the same fabric; we are not only in the stands watching and whooping, we are in the kitchens, factories and fields, pitching.

We feed, house, clothe, and lift one another. Our children, others' children, our friends and neighbors, the great and talented; we have raised and nurtured them. We are only human beings insofar as we do our being together.

We are not only a giant weave of interconnected energies and accomplishments, we are a fabric that never comes fully apart. We fray and we scorch, but we don't come apart. We go on.

Your grandparents, indeed, all your ancestors, are alive in you. Shakespeare, Picasso, and Lennon live on in every single soul who reads, looks and listens. You too will live on in the generations that follow, even without a smash hit, a hospital wing named in your honor, or a best seller.

Human immortality? It is the thing as true as death itself.

Who never dies? Mankind. Someone, I don't know who, and it doesn't much matter, once said, "Mankind is the person who never dies."

Whoever they were, they were wonderfully correct. They were also you. And me. The person who said that was someone, and he was all of us.


(c) 2013 Ken Taub

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    • rebekahELLE profile image

      rebekahELLE 3 years ago from Tampa Bay

      I read this earlier and didn't have time to comment. I can't believe no one has commented on this thought-provoking, well written article. You certainly deserve more followers. I have thought about this so many times, how our lives live on.

      "Offspring are nature's answer to inevitable decay. The cry of the newborn is the off-switch to mortality." Beautiful. My oldest son said his life changed the moment he saw his first born child. He understood my love. Now when I hold her or hear her voice or play with her, I see how our lifeline is extended. I feel like she is part of me, I am part of her.

      Our written words, our art, our music carry our emotion and heart and leave imprints. I'm sure Beethoven never imagined his life would continue as it has through his music. We've all teared up with his same emotions as we hear his music through the centuries.

      At some point, I'm going to go through and read each of your hubs. HubPages is fortunate to have such a gifted writer publishing here. I hope others find your work here.

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      Ken Taub 3 years ago from Long Island, NY

      Thanks Bek. You're more than kind. And by all means, you can be my Hub Pages publicity agent; I just put the stuff up, but don't do any promoting per se. Feel free to share. Either way, thanks for stopping by. I enjoy your online comments, as well as the one who comments. Ken

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      FlourishAnyway 3 years ago from USA

      What a splendid hub! I absolutely love it. We each have contributions to make to this earth.

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      Ken Taub 3 years ago from Long Island, NY

      Thank you so much Flourish. I appreciate your kind comments, and look fwd to your feedback on some of the fiction pieces and other essays. Feel free to share what you like with anyone else here on these Hub pages, and do come visit soon. best wishes, Ken

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      Kathryn 3 years ago from Manchester, Connecticut

      I wasn't sure exactly what to expect, or where this was going to go, but the intro made me laugh, and the rest of it made me think. It is interesting to think that in some way or another, we live on.

      Thank you for sharing this with us, and have a good night.

      Voted up and shared.

      ~ Kathryn

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      rose-the planner 3 years ago from Toronto, Ontario-Canada

      This is an excellent and profound article! People may not live forever in the physical sense but we certainly live on in so many other ways i.e. through children, grandchildren, art, personal accomplishments and so on. This is a topic that I am sure crosses everyone's mind at some point in their lives. This was a true pleasure to read! Thank you for sharing. (Voted Up) -Rose

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      Ken Taub 3 years ago from Long Island, NY

      Thank you both, Rose and Kathryn, for coming to visit and your comments. Appreciate the feedback, and the connection. Feel free to come again and comment away -- be it up, down or sideways. Writing may be solitary, but it only lives with readership, and those who say what moved them, or what did not. best, Ken

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      LongTimeMother 3 years ago from Australia

      Loved it.

      JW's stopped coming to my home within weeks of me moving my collection of Norman Lindsay's beautiful nude sketches to hang in full view of my front door.

      I'm thinking perhaps I've been living on in the memory of those poor door-knockers for the past 20 years. I wonder if they've knocked again at that house. I sold it years ago. lol.

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      Ken Taub 3 years ago from Long Island, NY

      LTMom: Great. I often thought about answering the door in my birthday suit the next time the Witnesses knocked. Nothing like talking about salvation in the nude. warm best to you. Ken

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