I really don't know what kind of animal my actual spirit would be. Not a cat, of any kind because I'm not so aloof. Not a dog because I'm too pessimistic. I also have more imagination that most of the 1k people who have answered this question so it's really hard for me to say with any solidity what animal best symbolizes me. In a way, I'm always changing, and animals don't just up and change the way they act. Maybe a bear of some kind? I like to sleep, go fishing, am omnivorous, I can sprint rather fast, and I get really noisy when I'm angry, hehe!

I do know what animal I would want to wake up as! The oh so adorable binturong! I think it would be awesome to be able to climb trees so well, look that cute with the little round ears and puffy face, and have a tail almost as long as I am that's prehensile!



Okay yah, I'm a little weird, but I think binturongs are awesome.

EDIT: I totally would also like to be a hedgehog  XD

I would totally rock at some Fable, or as my lvl 80 mage in WoW. XD That just sounds so fun and exciting! I would choose these games and characters mostly due to being able to customize my look so I look enough like my real self to truly feel like it's ME who has gained awesome fireball powers!

Too bad it would only be for 24hrs.

I guess I would have to say a cult film is a film that never made it theatres (or I guess wasn't a huge success), but has a substantial following anyhow.

I for one will always remember,
Labyrinth
Little Nemo Adventures in Slumberland
The Last Unicorn


Maybe more. Out of the listed I'd say the Last Unicorn is my favorite. It makes me cry every time.

Oh I completely would. The amount of perspective it could provide on just how valuable (or invaluable) life is, priceless. It doesn't even matter of all you see is nothingness, or if you see bliss, the point would be that all questions would be answered and you could just live.

And also, returning to life the next day, would prove Egyptian mythology correct.

I can just imagine all the time I would make for myself, not spending it on wondering what if I die, what will happen, am I doing everything I want to in life, etc. It just wouldn't matter any more because I would know exactly where I'm headed afterwards. Assuming, of course, that there is not more than one afterlife.

And really, it would just be the Diving Comedy all over again. Just, with truth.

The topic of living forever has to be the hottest topic of debate since humans realized they would eventually die. I'm only twenty-two and so far out of the years I have experienced, I could honestly say I would not want to be forever any age below twenty-three. On the other hand, I have no knowledge of what my later years would be like, so could not safely say with any surety that I would want to remain an age older than I am now.

However, the If question posed is a bit confusing. It can be interpreted different ways, in that you would cease to form new memories or that you would lose your old ones.

For me, the possibility that I might not be able to form new memories brings to mind a Quentin T. movie about a subject with such an affliction. The effects are mind-numbingly shocking. I would, in that case, decline the offer of life ever-lasting. Even with photographs, tattoos, notes, stickies, what have you, without the formation of new memories the amount of harm I would be able to inflict without the ability to learn is such a disturbing possibility that I shiver at the thought anyone would want to live forever in such a state.

Now, if you would simply lose all the memories you had before hand, that is a more liveable situation. You would simply become a new person, as like those with amnesia. The question then becomes if one would still wish to live forever, being one's new self?

Here you are, at age twenty-eight and you haven't aged in the passed five years or so. Five might be passable, maybe by then you will have formed a new life. But you wouldn't remember that you are immortal. You would make new loves, new friends, all without realizing that in eighty years you will still be around and they will be aged or dead. Further, in this day and age the repercussions of simply being so abnormal would make life a living hell. Companies and the government, implicating you as a spy stealing the identity of someone who should, by all normal circumstances, be dead. Or some ambitious bloke realizing you have eternal life will want your secret to it and will likely keep you in a cell, poking and prodding, torturing you until he finds out. What about all the religious fanatics out there that would be after you simply because you defy the laws of nature and their god?

And you wouldn't even know why.

Either way, with memory effected as it would be, the possibility of eternal life is a situation best avoided. I would, honestly, rather live a thousand years blind, than to have my memory effected in such negative manners. Give me eternal life without the opportunity of ever finding true love. Give me eternity for the price of 90% population of the world or more... and I might actually agree.

It is better to have a life, lived with the fullest of clarity, than to have a shadow of a life stretched over a millennia promptly forgotten.

More death, darkness, etcetera with the addition of feathers. Posted to FictionPress in 2003.

The Raven

Essay posted to FictionPress in 2003. Supposed to be describing something as if describing to someone who is blind. The composition is substandard to what I now expect of it, but the novice attempt is being kept to remind me how far I've come... or haven't.

Castle in the Sky

Poem posted to FictionPress in 2004. Open style. A bit archaic.

For Love of Death

Posted to FictionPress.com as of 2005. Just some dark poetry I wrote.

Where the Broken Road Ends