We live to produce information, or improve on it. Nietzsche had the Latin pun aut liberi, aut libri--either children or books, both information that caries through the centuries...I am here to die a heroic death for the sake of the collective, to produce offspring (and prepare them for life and provide for them), or eventually, books, --my information, that is, my genes, the anti-fragile in me, should be the ones seeking immortality, not me. Then say goodbye, have a nice funeral in St. Sergius (Mar Sarkis) in Amioun, and, as the French say, place aux autres--make room for others (p. 370-371).