Oh, come on

The older we get, the more resistant we are to change and the more conservative our outlook becomes. If we lived to 200, our entire global society would be as backward and delusional and hesitant about making any progress as the middle of the United States is specifically. We’d have whole generations of naysaying, Civil War-era veterans adamantly insisting on turning back the clock on Civil Rights and Suffrage, rather than just a minority of superstitious people who have invented a fondness for living in the imagined glory of the past.

The only way to break from the past is to kill it off along with all those who prefer to live there. Nature has devised a grandly elegant way to do this by giving us clocks that coldly kill us so that are children are limited in what they can learn from us while making their own way forward, rather than forever living under our perceived notions of what is true and right. Without death, there would be no revolutions, no exploring beyond the flat edges of the known earth, and no attempts made to leave a lasting legacy behind. There would also be no hope of escaping from under the current dominations of the less qualified.