They say that with age comes wisdom. Perhaps, but how can I be certain?
What I do know for sure is that with age comes nocturia, high cholesterol,
and a bad temper, although in fact I was grumpy even before I got older.
Touch wood, I am mobile and keep up with my work. But I have also lost
my inclination to claim the source of all earthly goods that we endlessly
pursue. Because who needs cornucopia in the age of waste-defined plenty,
where even the ever-reinvented trinity of ubertas, veritas, and auctoritas
gravitates towards mockery?