taxing the immortals

Yesterday I finally finished preparing my taxes and I am relieved to have that chore behind me.  I have never been fond of paperwork and paperwork that has to do with money is even worse.  On a more positive note, I filed my taxes one week earlier this year than I did last year.

Immortality.  More often than not that concept seems to be more of a curse than a blessing in Western culture.  One may not die, but he or she sees everyone important to him or her die.  Loneliness becomes all consuming.  This theme has been explored in films such as Highlander and books such as the comic book series The Sandman.  Be it Connor MacLeod or Hob Gabling, I love these kinds of stories.  So when I found out that a new television series called New Amsterdam centered around a man who has lived for four hundred years I was intrigued.  Now having seen all but two of the episodes that have aired so far, I have to say that I am not disappointed.  I like both the central character and his supporting cast.  My only concern is whether or not the series will be back in the fall.

Would I refuse the gift of immortality?  I don't know.  Some days the answer would be no and other days the answer would be yes.