We seem to long for something along the lines of immortality, wishing that we could abate the physical declines that come with aging. Yet, it also seems true that we experience more of life, with different faculties, as we do so.
I wonder if we go through this experience this way; when we are young we experience much of life with our bodies; in the middle of life, with our minds; and, towards the end through our spirit.
All three are in play during each phase, as our spirit is growing throughout.
It is ironic then that in some ways we become alive to more things as we approach our death -- inferring perhaps that there is something more, for which we are being prepared.
