In weakness youth and age are one, but only in weakness of body. As we get older do we see things more clearly; does the glass become more revealing as our bodies become more infirm? We dream of a better world for those that follow us as we change it, often despoiling it and depleting their inheritance.
Our dreams become nightmares as we get older. Our minds grasp what our bodies cannot hold. Perhaps out thinking weakens too.
“In the grey and brittle years old men walk three footed, weak as babes and sway like dreams in the light of day”.
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But the youth and strength that was once ours.
We now see in our Sons.
Absolutely, daughters also and as equals, the secret is forever young as they say, but if we pass on the right knowledge, by helping those that folow and want to help themselves the cycle is forever complete.
As we are, the forever young are stagnating because the system is being re-designed to fit the new religion in our midst.
Life is like a play and the world a stage to behold, with age comes experience and clearer thinking patterns emerge.
I wonder if Aeschylus was alive today he would recognise the form of governments like his own, I think he would as many plays that include a war footing are based on real life happenings.
As I age in a world in constant reasolution I know one thing, what we put into it you get back tenfold as long as we don’t walk upon childerick.
Make no mistake, if we continue to do so, we will bring desolution upon many of our own, because all that follow the illusions at play will pay very dearly for the violence of those ancestors.