I've eaten an awful lot of immortal cows, pigs and chickens then...

Murzikz is referring to himself. He's dead, but able to move, eat, something to feel. Its useless to try to kill him. It looks good when he feels bad

But back to the cows, chickens, and corn - the dead is eaten is converted into energy and your cells. What goes becomes food for plants. And so on. Is not that true immortality? Eternal cycle, which is - life.

Mass and energy are immortal... or so we presently think. But my being, my mind or personality, depends on the mass and energy of my body being in the precise configuration its' in now, and very much disturbance is apt to result in that mind being scrambled like an egg. I find little consolation in knowing that someday my mass and energy might be part of a mosquito or a patch of pioson ivy, because my being will be gone.

Information does not disappear. Anyway, when the body has become - the grass, blood - the waters of the mind somewhere else here. Perhaps able to comprehend what is happening around them. Does not intend to rush this time, but I hope to check.

Information does not disappear according to theory, but there's been a difficult problem with explaining where information that falls into a black hole goes. If it can't come out again, hasn't it disappeared? The best answer, so far, is a holographic notion that proports that the information cannot be extracted from the singularity, but exists on the even horizon as a sort of Fourier transform -- thing of a compression format. Since everything can fall into a black hole over time, every point in the universe can correspond to apoint on the event horizon, so, in effect, the universe is a 4D projection of information stored on the surface of a black hole.

But, that really doesn't tell us much about day to day experience. Information may not be lost, but the Three Laws of Thermodynamics tells us that it becomes degraded over time, with more and more noise adulterating the signal. The process is not only unavoidable, but irreversible. The only way to recover "lost" information is through an even larger thermodynamic expense. In practical terms, this may mean a far more expensive stereo amplifier that draws more juice than one you paid $89.95 for at Target. In literature, there's no practical application of information-recover that I know of. Once the last copy of Shakespeare is burnt or lost, it's gone. All you can do is try to rewrite whatever people still remember.

I find it easier to believe that I perceive something as information. If this is so - I say "I knew that this would", and if not - I would not care all:)

Maybe we can just agree that "Death is like a cold puppy?"

One of point of view. Not better but contain true. ( Sorry for my english )

Hmmm... from your description, it seems you're trying to say "Dead is like immortality".

"Immortality" would be living forever, while "an immortal" would mean someone who lives forever.

I was referring to - one of the immortal