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The world worships nascence; only the young are seen as truly alive. The old become transparent and obsolete as ghosts. It is not the event of death we fear so much as the slow fading away that proceeds it. To be old in a world where the young no longer see you: that is one definition of loneliness. ~ mce
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
Aging
The world worships nascence; only the young are seen as truly alive. The old become transparent and obsolete as ghosts. It is not the event of death we fear so much as the slow fading away that proceeds it. To be old in a world where the young no longer see you: that is one definition of loneliness. ~ mce
mike-essig
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
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