Keep it all
The rocket ship I have been flying in since I was a kid is made of brain matter, sometimes it is a ship taking me to distant planets, then other times it is a brain growing in understanding its own workings and the extensions of itself into this body who's fingers I see typing in front of me. Sometimes the workings of this brain leaves me feeling like I am no longer part of it and that I could just let it go. The sense of separation from self can leave a person wondering about the validity of carrying on in this form, but from experience, I have found that this form is the most intricately wired piece of machinery you can find. The cost of using it is a lifetime of experiences, which is also the reward in the end. There is an end, this body you are using to read these words with is really hard to make eternal, so there is a large percentage of a chance that your conscious self will leave it behind at some point. If you consider rushing it to its end, then you are giving up chasing...