Apollo is incited by Eros' arrow to try to get his freak on with a pretty little wood nymph who just isn't up for it. He chases her around the woods, first in playful pursuit and then in the frustration of repeated rejection. By the time The Archer catches up with the coy nature spirit, she has decided that she would rather spend her life as a tree than have sex with Apollo. Her dad turns her into a laurel tree and Apollo blesses her, that her leaves will never wither with the changing of the seasons.
Eternal life, eternal youth, eternal life after death, all these things just sound boring to me. Living forever is a cop out of having to make the value judgments that we do in life, you never have to make the choice to do one thing over another because you might die tomorrow. I feel like even with all the extra time you would have to do things you always wanted to, they wouldn't mean as much.
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