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If he had lived a fuller life (and if the time/space continuum could accommodate such a scenario), would he have only flown coach and insisted on do-it-yourself pyramid-repair projects at Home Depot on the weekends?
What will archaeologists thousands of years from now say about us -- and our values -- when they discover skulls sporting plastic cheek and chin implants? Or rib cages balancing the rubbery remnants of breast implants? Or hip bones resting on pillows of fake buttocks?
When is a person dead? This question has plagued us for thousands of years. Is there a central organ we can examine, and say that when it's nonfunctioning the person as a whole is dead? Or is there a behavior or set of behaviors that indicate with certainty that our bodies have called it quits?
Drive past herds of lamas and alpacas on your way to Colca Canyon and Cruz del Condor, where Andean condors fly so close you can hear their wings flapping.
The world was missing something and I realized it was sexy, forbidden love between a young teen girl and a thousand-year-old decomposing Egyptian mummy prince.
