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Enthusiasm increased as these people grew older. People all over the country and then around the world started these lifecharts. The older these people became, the more motivated they became to get more out of the precious shrinking supply of life. Until the Neotech Era began, these lifecharts helped stimulate people's remaining, brief time in all eternity.
Once the Neotech Era began after 2001, the lifecharts were no longer needed. Ordinary people intensely appreciated and aggressively lived each day of their lives. Immense happiness filled them as they lived their dreams and filled their desires. As their happiness grew, so did an unforgiving sorrow for life's greatest tragedy. Yet, their heightened awareness of their inevitable deaths further stimulated their lives. As their lives became more and more exciting with age and accomplishments, they eventually could not fathom the tragedy of a growing, super-happy person dying. That death could only be compared to the death of a child -- so much unseen and left undone.
Trying to make sense of it all, people tomorrow looked back at how dying in the 20th century often seemed natural. Since life progressed in an open-ended flow from generation to generation, death was somehow acceptable. For example, at a certain age during childhood or early adulthood, one's grandparents died. Later one's parents died. Then oneself. His children and grandchildren lived on. Everything seemed natural as people never stopped to think that once life was over, it was over forever.
But consider the following sad yet all-too-common story: Henry Ford, the entrepreneur who built Ford Motor Company as most people know, was a genius of society. He also deeply loved his son, Edsel, who went to work in Ford Motor Company and eventually became Ford's president. Henry Ford proudly watched his son's growth from a baby, through his childhood, his schooling, his teenage years, his early adulthood, his first day at Ford Motor Company to the presidency of Ford Motor Company. Then Edsel died at the age of 50. He died from cancer. Henry Ford, his father, lived a few more years, running Ford Motor Company with a broken heart.
Imagine the grief Henry Ford felt. He could remember bringing the tiny baby Edsel into the world, teaching him how to walk, to talk. He could remember celebrating the twenty-millionth Ford automobile side by side with Edsel. Then suddenly, in a snap, his son was gone, forever...come and gone within his father's lifetime. Imagine the realization Henry Ford had to face: the pitifully short experience that life really is. Life, so valuable, meaningful, full of feeling, one's everything -- gone so quickly.
By seeing his son's entire life come and go, the shortness of life and finality of death became inescapably real. He saw life not as an open-ended progression from grandfather to father to himself to son -- a perspective in which the brief, closed nature of life was never fully grasped. No, he saw the true nutshell of life in witnessing his son's life.
Very few people in the 20th century had the true, nutshell perspective of their lives. Instead, the open extension of the family, children outliving their parents, blocked that perspective. Yet, people's lives were but closed little nutshells in time. If your own son were to die before you, then you would suddenly see the nutshell perspective of life and would emotionally feel death as wretchedly immoral and intolerable.
Let us travel from my Third Vision back to the late 1990s, back to you today. Now, try to imagine, for one sad moment, watching your own son die as did Henry Ford. As you hold your son's hand like you did when he was a boy, for one last time, everything he ever felt or experienced is ending. In a few hours, your son's short time in all eternity will be over. As you watch him lying there, the pain becomes unbearable. For, you know that your son's one experience of life will soon be over, forever. And you can still remember the day your son first mouthed "dada"...as if that day were yesterday. Yet your son, in a flash, is gone. Gone forever.
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