I think it is a question that has tormented mankind for centuries. People have spent their lifetimes thinking about the question. A dead person mostly has all the body parts of a living man minus the life. Only difference is that the heart does not beat, the lungs don’t breathe, the brain stops working. But what makes all these organs work? Work in a way that we breathe, we laugh, we cry, we enjoy, we socialize, we cry?
I wish I had the answer….today when I saw an accident on the road and saw a dead couple, I thought of the same question, question that refuses to leave the subconscious mind of any man, always waiting to get surfaced. And torment us. Like a hidden fear. Just like a shadow.
The couple was as alive as me may be a few minutes before. They must have enjoyed and planned their life like I do. But a few moments later they are gone. Forever; never to enjoy the worldly pleasures and pains….
It is so complicated the state of being called life. I wish some day some smart hacker hacks into the creator’s system and cracks the code for life. So that just as we plant a virus in a system. Just as we planted a virus in an alien ship in the film independence day, we will be able to plant lives in human beings. In dead bodies, in statues and in which ever form we wish to. But I guess its wishful thinking and may never happen. As we have with our art of science spoilt the universe to the extent that the polar caps are on the verge of melting and making us extinct. If we manage to give lives on our own I don’t know what that will lead to. But the possibility sounds impressive. What say?