A Kind of Immortality

Quasi-fresh off from watching this week’s episode of Doctor Who – “The Woman Who Lived”, the conclusion / continuation of last week’s episode “The Girl Who Died” [I have a very bad feeling that Series 9 will consist of two-parters, judging by the promo for next week’s episode, they can’t possibly start and resolve that storyline within 45 minutes.], the notion of immortality and its effects has arisen for the topic of this week’s entry. Once again, the topic I had thought I was going to write will be postponed for another week – when that topic will actually be written is anyone’s guess.


In a wonderful (strange?) way, those who create works of art (paintings, music, literature, etc.) guarantee themselves a kind of immortality without the actual burden of eternal life. Those works of art (for the most part) exist long after its creator has shuffled off this mortal coil and gone off to whatever afterlife exists, so long as there are those to help keep their essence/spirit [i.e. the aforementioned works of art] “alive”. While I have no strong religious beliefs, I’d like to think that when we leave this mortal realm, there’s something else waiting on the other side… which would make for an interesting tale/saga…

And there go those plot bunnies, putting ideas in my head.


After all, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Dame Agatha Christie (to name but two) lived in the latter part of the 19th and early part of the 20th Century and their works (and their brilliant characters) are remembered, read and adapted for just about all the current media – film, radio, TV, video games, etc. Those stories become their legacy and their calling card (as it were) for past, present and future generations to revel (or revisit) the worlds in which they created. It’s interesting (and fun) to know that countless generations before (and after) mine have been (and will be) introduced to these same tales, and find the joy and wonder in them.

All of this can be said of most authors/composers/artists (though some might become infamous as well as “famous”), so long as copies of said works exist and are accessible to the masses. This is one of the many reasons why the Arts is so important at every stage in one’s life – from childhood through adolescence and into adulthood – while technical/practical knowledge [math, sciences, economics, etc.] is important, creative knowledge is equally important. It leads to a well rounded perspective and outlook on life and its nuances. Standardized tests (and their results) measure a person’s ability to memorize the knowledge he/she has learned, and doesn’t (in my opinion) gauge a person’s ability to understand the knowledge he/she has learned.

[OK, I hadn’t intended to step onto any soapbox to expound on education or anything, but it’s quasi-relevant to the topic of which I’m writing based on whatever notions pop into my head.]


Most stories (and fictional characters) live forever – some become quasi-templates for other writers upon which to base their stories, thus perpetuating the notion of immortality. So long as someone is around to tell the story, pass down / spread its message/moral/warning to others, the creator of that initial story extends his/her legacy and in a way keeps them alive.

For those who are following (and care about) the quasi-meta narrative (of sorts) based in the Land of Exposition and the invasion/occupation of the Real Life Brigade: an update of sorts – and one day, some day I’ll cobble together all the references to the Land of Exposition, and its citizens into a quasi- coherent collection of tales. The Real Life Brigade is still in the midst of getting all their ducks in a row, metaphorically and literally speaking. They brought some ducks and their ducklings when they decided to commandeer space (and time) within the Land of Exposition, which cause some minor scuffles with the resident Swan Squad, who seemed to take offense at the duck’s militaristic mindset. Thankfully, the Pigeon Posse and the Conclave of Owls intervened and brokered a truce, though how long it will hold is (again) anyone’s guess.

The Muses are still wandering about, finding things to do and feeding the plot bunnies with all sorts of interesting/useless knowledge (and some amazing chili), and the FanGirl Meter (patent pending) is undergoing some necessary updates to its programming and installing patches to fix any bugs lurking about.

And Me? I’m pondering on what new(ish) work to submit as my 2015 NaNoWriMo project. Most likely, it’ll be an underdeveloped plot outline within the MASC Chronicles or any of the other fleeting ideas floating around in my head.

Time will tell.

It always does.


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