tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1982462977744808678.post5251396198242550267..comments2024-03-26T17:48:13.000-07:00Comments on The Clerk Manifesto: Time comes for us allFeldenstein Calypsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04896259011478481374noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1982462977744808678.post-42021253690729609472023-01-01T19:02:29.913-08:002023-01-01T19:02:29.913-08:00That's just it, isn't it? The wrong sorts ...That's just it, isn't it? The wrong sorts of thoughts. I wrote my next post for jan. 2 almost to try to counter that, but I think it just comes out mysterious.Feldenstein Calypsohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04896259011478481374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1982462977744808678.post-53967746690909093092023-01-01T17:12:59.256-08:002023-01-01T17:12:59.256-08:00I get it, I really do. For me, it was the realizat...I get it, I really do. For me, it was the realization that there was a nice, round year in the future, and when that year arrived I would be <br />60...SIXTY!...years old. Ancient!<br />And that year did arrive, and years kept coming, and now I'm nine-squared plus one, wondering how many more years lie ahead of me. A dozen or so, if I go by the experience of my female relatives who have gone before. <br />And now I also find myself wondering how many more years humanity has ahead. I should stop reading, it's too...not depressing, exactly, but evocative of the wrong sort of thoughts. My daughter and her cousins are in their 50s (!) and the next generation has reached twenty plus-or-minus a few. They're bright, they're positive (at least on the surface).<br />But...think of the global changes since 1940. And it just occurred to me that in a span of time equaling my lifetime to date, will be entering the next century. I won't be here. I hope my young friends and relatives will be.Library Loggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16305782876201076334noreply@blogger.com