BY THE TIME I leave this world, even at a great age, I expect that I will be as healthy as when I entered it: not senile, not an invalid, not feeble minded, not in pain, ill or disfigured. And not sexually impotent. This is no doubt at variance with the bulk of humanity if the bulk of humanity even considers the subject.
Shockingly, I surmise for most, I have had this expectancy since infancy, possibly much longer. Although I can not with complete certainty state that this has always been the case, I can say that a version of this statement has always been a part of my character.
Truly, I have never seen a reason for gradual decline of the human condition into toothless, blind, tasteless and helpless dependency, as Shakespeare so adequately describes at the end of his eloquent soliloquy beginning with these words, “All the world is a stage, and all the men and women merely players etc.”
In fact, much like the character of Benjamin Button, I anticipate the gradual reverse of the above cycle at the end of life, completely doing away with tombstones and graveyards, sextons and funeral parlors. Won’t that be a boon? It makes for a much cleaner, even perfect resolution. Instead of the progeny looking on with dismay as their parents wilt and wrinkle, become childlike and inconstant, they will probably see them disappear as healthy embryos. Who knows perhaps a beloved ritual of eating the embryos will emerge and be the standard instead of burial in a molding coffin or incineration and dumping into watery graves.
Personally I expect to have a bushy head of hair again and get back to wearing leather jackets while riding motorcycles as I did quite a lot in my late thirties and early forties. And just today I was stopped into a clothing store to use their rest room and I spied a beautiful women’s leather jacket and coming out of the RR I asked a sales clerk if the store had any leather jackets for men. We walked over to a rack and the first one she picked looked great and fit perfectly. You wouldn’t ever guess the sale price. One third the way there. Hah!