Towards the end of days

My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -- it gives a lovely light! - Edna St Vincent Millay My father's candle has been alight for many years. It is expected that soon, there will be no wax left to burn.  Is it, …

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The slow march of humanity

As we age we can skirt sheepishly against the edges of once vibrant and inclusive lives. Like half-ghosts, our former selves begin to disappear. Our conversations are peppered with an apology for our thinning hair, sagging flesh and declining mental acuity. Ageing in full view is exposing and humiliating in a society that promotes youth and beauty. Doctors …