He plugs the spittoon righteously, yes, judges a true judgment, but it's easy to turn down an empty needle. Hard to spit on a loaded needle of eternal life when it's poised at the jugular, to hold back when others have burst into that shining sea and you see them there.
Yes, it will lead to terrible, terrible things. Flyss says it here. http://www.trueimmortals.net/?p=4154
But your own body casts it vote, your heart casts its vote when it's someone you love, not in fiction but in fact. Hard to resist the heroin when it's raining down, when it's sewn into your skin.
And they shoot diseases, don't they? Each treatment slouches toward immortality, and though at the end the rocking cradle may birth a rough beast, the cradle is soft and whispering. No bourn intended, and yet it shall be born, in small rocking steps or one great one.