Today, I gave a lot of thought to the idea of having a clone,one that would live forever, never facing death,and into which you could transfer all your memories.
In the realm of thought, there are no restrictions; one is free to imagine anything, for this world of ideas is vast ,deeper than the deepest ocean and more boundless than the sands of the desert.
If we were to have a clone that lived forever, the joy of living would vanish; after all, life is defined by unfulfilled desires. If every day were identical and the prospect of death non-existent, the drive for personal growth, the desire to gain new experiences, and the passion for creating memories would all disappear. One would even lose sight of the concept of being "one of a kind," abandoning all the pursuits inspired by that very idea, and succumb to sheer lethargy and idleness. When something becomes infinite, it loses its charm and appeal; as the saying goes, "Too much of anything is bad."
While we can certainly transfer our memories to a clone that is an exact replica of us, we can never transfer our lived experiences, the subjective experiences we have accumulated throughout our lives. Furthermore, inhabiting such a clone would never evoke the same sensations or feelings we experience in our current bodies; ultimately, nothing can ever truly replace the natural reality of our existence.
Everything in the world moves in a circle; a circle is defined by having both a starting point and an ending point, wherever something begins, it eventually returns to that end. Humans were created from dust, and their ultimate end is dust; they return to the earth, to the soil of the grave. This serves as a profound symbol of humility, reminding a person of their own insignificance. If a human were not destined to die, they might believe they could do anything; they would become unrestrained, entertaining notions like colonizing Mars or, as ancient Egyptian kings once imagined, believing they would be resurrected. Yet, such ideas are nothing more than mere delusions.
If a human being were to live forever, he would become unbridled; he might cease to view other people as fellow human beings and begin to see himself as occupying the station of God, believing that,having drunk the elixir of life, nothing could stand in his way.
What makes a person unique is their distinct identity, and this identity holds great significance when they are among friends. Imagine, however, if there were two of you—yourself and a clone; you would no longer be considered special, because your friends would know that you are always there, and that sense of unique value would diminish.
If I were ever faced with the option of having a clone to which I could transfer all my memories, I certainly wouldn't choose to do it; I want to experience things in their raw, imperfect state and taste everything an ordinary person encounters in life. After all, that is what life is harboring desires and striving to fulfill them.
Translated by Google Translator from Urdu to English
