"You make it sound like work, Lazarus. I thought it was going to be fun."
"Shucks, we won't fuss with that stuff. I'll collar somebody to run the home office and worry about the books and the legal end-somebody about like Justin. Maybe Justin himself."
"Well, all right then."
"You and I will rampage around and see what there is to be seen. It'll be fun, all right."
They were both silent for a long time, with no need to talk. Presently Lazarus said, "Andy-"
"Yeah?"
"Are you going to look into this new-blood-for-old caper?"
"I suppose so, eventually."
"I've been thinking about it. Between ourselves, I'm not as fast with my fists as I was a century back. Maybe my natural span is wearing out. I do know this: I didn't start planning our real estate venture till I heard about this new process. It gave me a new perspective. I find myself thinking about thousands of years-and I never used to worry about anything further ahead than a week from next Wednesday."
Libby chuckled again. "Looks like you're growing up."
"Some would say it was about time. Seriously, Andy, I think that's just what I have been doing. The last two and a half centuries have just been my adolescence, so to speak. Long as I've hung around, I don't know any more about the final answers, the important answers, than Peggy Weatheral does. Men-our kind of men-Earth men-never have had enough time to tackle the important questions. Lots of capacity and not time enough to use it properly. When it came to the important questions we might as well have still been monkeys."
"How do you propose to tackle the important questions?"
"How should I know? Ask me again in about five hundred years."
"You think that will make a difference?"
"I do. Anyhow it'll give me time to poke around and pick up some interesting facts. Take those Jockaira gods-"
"They weren't gods, Lazarus. You shouldn't call them that."
"Of course they weren't-I think. My guess is that they are creatures who have had time enough to do a little hard thinking. Someday, about a thousand years from now, I intend to march straight into the temple of Kreel, look him in the eye, and say, 'Howdy, bub-what do you know that I don't know?' "
"It might not be healthy."
"We'll have a showdown, anyway. I've never been satisfied with the outcome there. There ought not to be anything in the whole universe that man can't poke his nose into-that's the way we're built and I assume that there's some reason for it."
"Maybe there aren't any reasons."
"Yes, maybe it's just one colossal big joke, with no point to it." Lazarus stood up and stretched and scratched his ribs. "But I can tell you this, Andy, whatever the answers are, here's one monkey that's going to keep on climbing, and looking around him to see what he can see, as long as the tree holds out."
Robert A. Heinlein, Methuselah's Children
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