Every living thing on Earth dies. It might seem trivial to make such a remark, but individuals do not readily accept death as a part of life. For decades, many have struggled with the abstract idea that one day they too will die. As Leo Tolstoy wrote in “ The Death of Ivan Ilych,” “…Caius is a man, men are mortal, therefore Caius is mortal — had seemed to him all his life correct only as regards Caius, but not at all as regards himself” (Tolstoy 121). …
“It’s happening now, man! We’re turning into aliens, and that’s insanely awesome!” Tommy took a hit. He held it inside then released a thick white cloud into the interior of his car. “We’re evolving into super-humans,” he continued. “Omnipotent, omniscient rock stars of the Galaxy! That’s freakin’ awesome, man!”
“We won’t live to see it,” Jake mentioned.
“Doesn’t matter, man…We already know it’s happening.”
Some people see a face on the moon, but Jake wasn’t one of them. He reclined his head backward and peered through the car’s moonroof. A grey crater that shined blindingly against the stars, that’s what…
