Memories

  I was listening to music and Free Form came on.  

"The memories of a man in his old age are the deeds of a man in his prime"

Is that it?  Is that the fundamental point that makes people (of both genders) resist any change in context to their existence as they age?  Do they convince themselves that the madness surrounding them is as it should be?  Do they not want to admit that they missed out?  Do they look back on the madness they have endured with fondness?  Do they become so convinced of the misery and pain that they cannot entertain anything new?  Does the shock of having to endure the mess of their lives make it impossible for them to accept that later generations could do better?  Does the thought disturb them?   If that is the case, all I can say is that it is pitiful.

    Can they just not face up to the reality that their lives have been less than they should be?  Do they desire to bequeath the same to future generations?  Out of spite?

        As they immerse themselves in the mid-life crisis (that is becoming a quarter-life crisis) of realizing all is not as it should be, is it impossible for them to face the truth?  Is there self-respect so severly damaged that they cannot face the truth?  Aaarrrggghhh!!!

Did I just keep my mind open to new inputs far longer than anyone else?  By ignoring the awfulness of prehumanity (if not rejecting it utterly), did I make it possible for me to tear the veil in order to see our Humanity hidden behind its curtain?

Does the mind harden just as the bones do?  Just earlier?  Does the assault of the monstrous suppositions of the animal just take root, never to be uprooted once they have taken hold?  Are the questions that remained in my mind all my life that unusual?

    Is it only the prepubescent that will be able to accept the change?  It seems even they may have been too conditioned.