In immortality, “love”—as we know it—is dead.
To properly write this, I may dabble in abject logical nonsense… the very same claptrap employed by the pious and frog-necked—which unfortunately has shaped our society as we know it. Bear with me, please.
“In immortality, humanity is dead”—and would make sense to the religions of the world. This is simple enough. The human is presumed mortal; and the immortal is not human; therefore necessarily doing without all traits and aspects of humanity: life, care, fun, empathy, envy (and all other emotions) love, food, nature… dare I say Earth herself.
However, if we keep earth as a place of living—rather than this rock floating in dark space which has symptoms like nature and stupidity, just to name a few—it endures through time and transcends mortality. Recall: In the tales of the immortals, they too had a place to live. The immortal Greek occupied Olympus, the immortal Viking occupied Valhalla, the Aesnir occupying Asgard (home of Thor, the famous hammer-wielding thunderous air-head brute… also the father of throwback Thursdays), the immortal elves occupied the woodlands, the immortal Christian occupied Heaven and Hell, the immortal Muslims… well, the same thing, and so on, and so on. Dare I add another on to these magnificent list of immortals: the immortal human! The prodigal superset of the religious. According to the religious creed of humanity, these immortals occupy Earth—a pretentious paradise which hides its glamor in trenches of human incompetence. Think twice on this… “immortal humans”. Think twice on this… “The prodigal superset of the religious”. In this light we can find the location of paradise for the religious human, technically. In this light we can then see, earth will persist; earth will transcend; if not in nature as is, in mind as conceived. However, this is not my concern.