City in the clouds

City in the clouds

24 October 2012

Fate


'To be  mortal is the most basic human experience, and yet man has never been able to accept it, grasp it and behave accordingly. Man doesn't know how to be mortal. And when he dies, he doesn't even know how to be dead.'
Immortality by Milan Kundera 

I finally finished reading Fate. The book by R.L. Fredericks I bought couple of months ago. Boy that was a long journey! Not in a bad sense though… literally! Lord Damory drew me deeper and deeper into his peculiar alchemy-entwined story of chasing immortality. Was it a story of decadence or virtue? I honestly don’t know… it is true that for the most part of the book you will find yourself drowning in decadence and death with dear Mr Damory…however, despite all that there is a golden line of virtue and perhaps love that stays strangely persistent throughout the story.

I enjoyed the book; it surprised me because it wasn't what I expected- not in a better/worse sense but rather… I don’t know how to say it. Usually we like books because we can associate ourselves with the hero, we either wish to be the hero or we admire him/her… in any case one must have relationship with the main character otherwise one would not care what happens to him or her. Damory is not really that kind of  ‘hero’. I cannot say I could associate myself with him or that I really liked him or always liked how he handled things that came his way but he gave me a new perspective… well the author gave me an entirely new perspective… I might have not agreed but I saw why… and I could understand the despair and will with which he continued chasing immortality because without it life did not give him pleasure or sense…  I wouldn't do that… not for immortality. But I do believe each of us have that thing… the thing that drives us… drives us up and down and most of the time completely mad! 

Fate is a story about fate (no surprise there :) ) and immortality… about obsession, strong-will and never ending series of events that I did not think possible to fit into one life time (as the book is mostly account of what happened before he made himself immortal, I still consider it a ‘lifetime’). The paradox is that although Francis Damory tamed immortality he did not get from it what he wanted (this is not a spoiler because he starts telling the story 200 years after he was born so one figures he succeeded) … so one can argue that, ultimately, immortality was what he sought all his life. The story, however, has an open ending and open ending means there are still lessons to be learned.

Frankly, I do not believe that any person ever truly wanted to be immortal. 

Immortality is a myth with which our minds simply love to play.Oh, it opens up so many possibilities!!!

However, I sometimes I doubt people truly realise what immortality is. Let’s say you contemplate about it… you imagine yourself living 100 or 200 years from now… not really 3000 years later! If you do, you imagine your present self living in that distant future that has a long road to go before coming to being. If you ever lived so long wouldn't your present self be just a distant if even existent memory of another life… of another person? In that sense, I suspect that the ‘I’ that longed to be immortal would be long dead. It’s a bit of catch 22.

The story got me thinking though, whether I would accept or not if by miracle I would be presented with the elixir of life. I weighted my options carefully… and came to the conclusion that pretty much everything about immortality sucks with the exception of having enough time to read and learn everything I want! Imagine the terror of watching all the people you love die... one by one… imagine that you would have to leave home because the fact that you look well too young for being hundred years old is getting a little suspicious… you would have to leave everything behind… Imagine that you have the whole eternity and that fact completely changes who you are… the eternity makes it impossible for you to be understood by any other person in the world… You are alone… and you are trapped because you no longer have the choice of dying… the pain of it all would be insufferable.

But there is so much in the world that fascinates me and so many things I want to know and the more I read the more I realise I know less then I knew before because I have discovered a whole new dimension of knowledge… it’s paralysing… it does not happen very often but when it does it’s devastating. I am paralysed by the insignificance and limitations of my own being… but then I start to breathe again and remind myself that it’s OK… just keep breathing… just keep going…  I can work with that little I know and maybe one day I will end up with a very big pile of ‘little’. Plus the things I choose to know because I can't know it all make me who I am... if I had no time limit, I would have never made many decisions that shaped me... which would be a pity because I kind of like who I am and where I am. 

However, I loathe that feeling because it makes me genuinely scared and, most of all, it makes me want to have more time… but more time is very different from immortality. Frankly, I do not understand why they call it the elixir of life… because if it makes you immortal it takes you outside the circle of life… and perhaps you would not be dead per se but you would not be part of life either. Isn’t the essence of life the fact that it cannot be preserved? Is that the essence of us? I do not want to go too deep into a philosophical discourse but to me people… our souls are not something static but something that is constantly evolving… in a sense we spend our life constructing ourselves… the necessity, the urge to learn is in our very core.

Life is a (r)evolution!

Therefore, I believe that immortality is a particularly cruel kind of death sentence. It’s like voluntarily freezing yourself in one of the initial phases of a computer game while watching everyone else progress to higher levels… I do not know what comes after death but anything is better than being buried alive by immortality, getting stuck in the purgatory because... I guess that will come a time in life of every hypothetical immortal man when he/she realises that life is not only about time… it is not about the absence of death…

What people actually crave is not immortality but longevity. We wish to stay young longer and live longer… which I guess is understandable. The thing is… we don’t even know how much we’ve got and we are already asking for more. We are afraid to run out of time but do we actually make good use of it??? ‘Cause being afraid about not having enough does not seem like a wise way to spend it…

People worry too much and don’t dance enough…

Oh well, in any case, Fate is a good book especially if you are the adventurous quest/journey type…  and if you like alchemy, mystery a wee bit of magic as well as enjoy historical themes (it gives you a great account of the society in the 18th century across Europe, a bit of Africa and bit of Asia…I am truly impressed by the research the author must have made for this book to work)…