The afterlife is like utopia, a place where no-one wants to live. Without seaons nothing ripens or drops to the ground, the leaves never change their colours or the sky its vacant blue. Nothing dies, so nothing is born. Everlasting existence is a perpetual calm, the peace of the grave. Seekers after immortality look for a way out of chaos; but they are part of that chaos, natural or divine. Immortality is only the dimming soul projected onto a blank screen. There is more sunshine in the fall of a leaf.

John Gray, in the closing sentences of The Immortalization Commission