To those who
are lucky enough for old age to have come upon them (slowly, and yet also in
the blink of an eye), do you remember being young? Thinking that you had all the
time in the world to accomplish your dreams and seek out the mysteries of life.
What is it like? To know, without a shadow of a doubt, that you have
come to the end of your life. Are you tired of living? Do you want more time?
How will I
feel if I am ever lucky enough to see the ruins of our time?
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