[ WP ] '' The thing about immortality is that even if it preserves your body , it does n't stop the wearing down of your soul ... ''

You do n't want to become immortal. Believe me. 
 
 Immortality is a relatively easy process, given the benefits. Out of reach financially for most people, but for anyone with the resources and knowledge to gather the necessary ingredients, the steps are simple. But I wo n't tell you what they are, or what you have to do. You see, I want to spare you the pain. 
 
 It's not that immortality comes with a huge price, at least not inherently. It simply comes with one simple problem - It may stop time from affecting your body, but it does n't stop your brain from working. 
 
 You remember being 5? Remember when the holidays seemed so far apart? Once Christmas was finished, you would have to wait a year. A whole year, just to see those presents under that beautiful tree. But when you're 40, christmas is a familiar thing. It happens once a year, which seems to come around all the time. Just when you were done packing up your lights from last year, here christmas is again. 
 
 Same thing with people. When you were 14, your boyfriend and you were madly in love, and only the stars would drive you apart, because you have been together for MONTHS. When you're 50, and have been through a divorce or two, you know that it could be years before you find out if your relationship is stable. 
 
 Now take those feelings, and extrapolate them out to a thousand years. Now try and understand how I feel about all of you. 
 
 You barely last any time at all. I ca n't understand you. I ca n't feel for you. By the time I register a change in time, you will have grown old, had children, grandchildren, died, and rotted away. Empires come and go, governments rise and fall, and I barely notice them anymore. 
 
 I know that I should care, somehow. I know that people matter, that feelings matter. But the older I got, the harder it was for me to tell myself that was the case. Back when I was 500, I think I treated you like pet mice. Something to cherish, yes, but ultimately something that would die and need to be replaced. And so if I knew someone and they got sick, I would simply lose interest and replace them with someone else. As I got older? I got much, much worse. 
 
 I gave up thinking of anyone but myself when I was 800. Your feelings were utterly inconsequential. Why try and give you pleasure, or forestall your pain, if it did n't affect me? My happiness was more important than any amount of pain caused to you, and any displeasure on my part was not worth your happiness. 
 
 At my worst, I remember finding beautiful men, luring them in, then capturing and torturing them for days, just so that their screams of ecstasy and pain would create the tiniest spark of pleasure in my heart. They never lasted long, not with the methods I used. 
 
 It did n't work. I never felt fires like I had in my 200's, when I snuck Jaques out from under the watchful eye of his noble family. I felt nothing anymore. 
 
 So I've resigned myself to emotional deadness. No more pleasure, no more pain. 
 
 You do n't want this. You want to die before time becomes an eternal grayness. Even if immortality preserves your body, it does n't stop the wearing down of your soul...
