2084 AD
I recall dreams of flowers and a fear of life.
I feel this liquid eternity.
What dreamless life does it bring?
What did we leave behind?
Would you prefer to be mortal
and live with all the suffering we had?
– F H Hakansson
2084 AD
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F. H. Hakansson 
That’s an interesting poem. I like the image of “liquid eternity” – I imagine, for some odd reason, a honey-like drool … (if that sounded disgusting, I didn’t mean it in any bad way :P).
Haha, no it’s not disgusting. They do say honey is the nectar of life, after all 🙂
ingenious!
Thank you, my friend! 😀
This makes me think of an underwater, immortal world. While there is nothing to fear, there is the flip side to it: nothing to live for.
That is actually quite interesting because I thought of this poem while listening to an album (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/01011001) about an intelligent race who rises from the sea to find a new home. They call it an immortal world without frontiers and walls.
Is that a typo in the first line?
Yes it was. Thank you for noticing! 🙂