(r)aging in a(n) (r)aging (r)age

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