and youre not even old
anything over 35s old and anything over 50s very old
agings an extraordinary process where you become the person you always should have been
if you have money and fame you can be 107 and still young money buys youth fame buys immortality
the older you get the older you want to get
real agings becoming more isolated and poor and sick each year until you die in a disgrace that you never would have tolerated at 30 but have become so gradually used to its become a kind of dignity in a loneliness so acute its become a kind of community of interior logorrheic fiends familiars of crypts voices of wraiths of eliphaz bildad zophar
wrinkles merely indicate where the smiles have been
whonyms cant help but use whatever powers at hand and to rationalize this power through ideologies and virtues a central power at hand in todays world is youth
one trades the virility of the body for the virility of the spirit
with the gradual disappearance of the past and the consequent devaluation of elder knowledge whether trees tortoises oceans or pebbles youth and by youth we mean anything with power actualphysicalyouth money etc cant help but seize the weapons available to them and annihilate the enemy which is age
we dont grow older we grow riper
the enemy the old then cant help but get increasingly nuts as they get older because the weapons of today in socalled civilized societies at least among those not allowed to have guns or not desperate or nuts enough to have guns arent guns but polite denigrations silent exiles
for the unlearned old age is winter for the learned its the season of harvest
the young dont use the swat of a single lion to kill you they use ten thousand bites of many gnats over many years to kill you and then attribute the killing to their enemy which is nature but they cant call nature because that wouldnt be polite and by nature they mean age when really the gnats are also responsible
you cant help getting older but you can help getting old
this as they say is progress everyone knows that whonyms are radically tribal but with blood becoming like everything virtualized the tribe is now the random conglomerate of about 29 factors that comprise your being able to tolerate anybody else
when it comes to staying young a mindlift beats a facelift anyday
of course modernity being modernity and having only the constancy of insanity and the old having nothing but being the tribe of the old and who wants to talk about that as being old is the ultimate not having anything in common and not being able to tolerate anything or anyone have no tribe and so they go nuts
those who love deeply never grow old
what do you do if youre old? nothing well you go nuts but nuts is nothing
theres no such thing as aging only maturing and knowledge
actually what i suggest if youre old and nuts is that you invent beautiful theories that are completely impossible in tribal reality that is the reality of virtualized blood and virtueized power
aging isnt lost youth but a new stage of opportunity and strength
since youre nuts anyway you might as well have fun being nuts or if not fun at least beauty and if not beauty at least theory and if not theory at least something and if not something at least nuts and a something other than being drowned in platitudes so some would call inventing beautiful impossible theories nuts and some would call it retreating or advancing to the imagination and some would say these practically are the same and if theres anything practical here weve achieved something but what that is who could say
to find joy in work is to find the fountain of youth
the best thing to do as the tortoises have always told us is to stay silent or talk only to oneself or ones cat dogs are out dogs suck and minimally transactionally only as necessary to whonyms in the world as required to get food and drink to go nuts and make beautiful theories or just theories it doesnt matter if theyre ugly and initiate nothing with anyone for everyone just uses you to increase their share of sanity by taking whatever little of yours you have left
the first half of life is finding out how to live the second half is enjoying it
this silence and isolation migrate one into virtual death years even decades before one physically transmogrifies and if your theories are good and by good i mean something well talk about some other time really good the transmogrification itself is transmogrified so that you dont even die really all you dos orbit around another bout of silence and if the geometry changes oh well thats geometry for you
age is no barrier its a limitation you put on your mind
a sacred responsibility as a member of the old which is to say the mad which is to say the depossessed & possessed which is to say the atribal which is to say which is to say is to enter into the madness so fully as a yogi might enter its practice and an olympic swimmer its discipline and a burrower its burrow and precip a cloud and breaded avocado a vegan maw and corpses the earth and booze an alcoholic and
the longer i live the more beautiful life becomes
the fear and loathing of the young and powerful toward the old will only increase and everybody will stay in their proper tribes and warfare will be kept to a minimum even though it wont because were talking about whonyms and bed & bellow sack & blight whonyms hate all the aging creatures of the world
count your age by friends not years
im really young
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