Dreaming, this morning:
We drove along the backcountry dirt road, chatting about hiking, about the mountains, about life.
Then, pointing to two mountains in the distance - one small and pristine; one large and scarred by time - the park ranger asked: "How long do you want to live?"
Without hesitation, I answered: "I want to live just long enough to be offered the choice of immortality."
("I think there's a fairly good chance that will become possible within my lifetime," I added.)
He looked a bit startled. "But what if the cost of that choice is too high?"
"I never said I would accept it," I replied. "Did I?"