I was pleased to stand on the scales this morning and weigh in at eleven stones and ten pounds. It is two stones less than the weight I was when chest pains caused by angina brought me to the attention of a cardiologist in 2013.
“You are not going to die,” he declared.
The doctor obviously felt no need to qualify his comment by saying “for twenty years,” knowing that life’s small print would qualify anything he might say and that I would indeed die, though without the imminence that might have been possible.
But what if his comment had been an unqualified statement of fact, or one only qualified by a life expectancy comparable to the millennia lived by the elves in J.R.R. Tolkien’s sagas? What if life stretched ahead without a horizon and one could live it with the youthfulness of Elrond, lord of Rivendell, in Lord of the Rings? What if there was a chance to have a Dorian Gray-like vitality without needing to have any picture in the attic? How much different would life be if it was open-ended?
Calling with a man on his 80th birthday in times when reaching eighty years of age was a notable event, I remember being struck by his words, “Ian, if I had known I was going to live until I was eighty, I would have lived my life differently.”
He had served in the Second World War, when life might come to a sudden and brutal end at any moment, and when there would have been little thought given to distant futures. Perhaps it was that experience that had prompted an attitude of being concerned about what was immediate and not looking too far ahead. The import of his remark seemed to be that he would have taken more time over doing the things he had done, and would have done more of the things he hadn’t done, if he had known there would be as much time available.
What if time was unlimited, or, if not unlimited, exceedingly long, or, if not exceedingly long, what if one could be like Bilbo Baggins and live a full and active life until one’s eleventy-first birthday?
What would be different if the time perspective was changed?
Money would, of course, be a factor. It would not be much fun living three millennia or even 111 years and spend the whole time struggling for a living, but if one had the money, what prospects might be opened up if one had unlimited time?
I could spend centuries reading books (and, if I lived long enough, I might even see Somerset win the county cricket championship – something they have not achieved in the 130 years since they first entered it).
There’s all sorts that would be possible – if one had long enough to wait.
