Duty, The Most Indecent Of

How Frightening, That One Person Could Mean So Much, So Many Things.

Old Age Is An Ordeal, Of Flesh And Mind. Of Winding Down, Of Slowing Down, Of Dying Cells. It's Accepting The Loss Of Physical Attractiveness And Replacing It With The Power And Wisdom That Can Only Come With Old Age.

Best Of All She Liked His Eyes, Such A Translucent Golden Brown, And So Laughing.

Belief Doesn't Rest On Proof Or Existence...it Rests On Faith...without Faith There Is Nothing.

That's The Purpose Of Old Age... To Give Us A Breathing Space Before We Die, In Which To See Why We Did What We Did.