The other day someone spoke of “maturity”, and I thought how quaint. With all the changes that befall us in the world, and all the changes we try to make, how rarely do we experience – or desire – simple ripening, that something should grow into its own fullness, in the fullness of time. So, I wondered, what’s that about?
Mostly, it’s about hatred of the present and the past it rode in on. Continue reading