I suspect that Buddhists, to a man, would tell you that we can not overcome the human condition, at least not by physically modifying ourselves.
As for myself, i imagine that if we never became ill, or became old, we would still find life problematic. The root of our problems is not our frailty, or any of the defects or attributes that make us human.
What do people crave? For their lives to be meaningful. And to belong, to a group, to a lover, to a circle of friends, to something.
Do you know suicide is the third leading cause of death among children ages 10-14 years (behind accidents and cancer)?
Every year, about 12,000 children ages 5-14 years are admitted to psychiatric hospitals for suicidal behavior.
A five year old attempting suicide. Can you imagine?
That is the age of a kindergartner.
Is it possible to imagine anything more obscene?
There is an impulse to explain things like that away. We say the child was mentally ill. We say they were mistreated. We say they did not understand what they were doing. We comfort our selves with these thoughts.
Now and again there may be truth in these comforting thoughts. But not always. Existence is difficult. And all to often we make the difficulties of existence worse for ourselves and for each other. So much so that a five year old can be so miserable that they do not want to live.
And then, perhaps someone sees this, and tells a story about a God of wrath who is sickened by the human race.
Or someone else tells a story about God becoming a man so that by dying a miserable shameful death we might stop being so wicked to one another that children wished that they were dead.
So should you believe the stories?
Why would I tell you to do that?
Instead my point is that the meaning of the stories might be something different then the face value of the thing.
Edited 8/25/2017 03:56:27