It’s 6:30AM and the sun is shining completely over the horizon and
content with its temporary command of both horizons.
I’ve been trying to think what’s different. Old people are fond
of saying that they still feel young inside, like they were 20 still,
and full of hope and as agile as if every possibility still offered
itself. That’s true. I still think that if I tried hard enough, I
could bench press 200 pounds again, or do an hour’s worth of
vigorous aerobics, or make love all night, or fly. But I can’t. I
can’t and am not used to the inability.
Soul and body are beginning to part. The body fails—not my flesh,
but memory and quickness—but everything that matters remains the
same. It’s supposed to. It has to. That’s the part meant to peel
itself off eventually and return to eternity.
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