One tends to watch the aging process as a victim. If time is a servant as well as a master, victimization is a self-inflicted hoax. One does not change, to be sure, bodily decay, or the wear and weathering of things. What one can do, is to keep an eye on the servant, who enjoys the process of betrayal. Might we masters collect some interest of our own, some shameless exploitation of that which we call entropy? Forget about accumlated wisdom; we have no corner on that. We can, however, find a newer angle, a wider lens, a sudden realization that some of the pages were stuck together, and there's more inside. What, if anything, does aging have to offer? It's just another way to keep open, to discover that there is more joy--more great stuff to do. The news is bad enough, but it's not our news. Shall we have a go?
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