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From: Frances, Columbus
Date: 22 Oct 2002
Time: 18:10:35 -0400
Remote Name: 152.163.188.195
Oh, to the contrary, my friend. You paint too bleak a picture of age and time. I wager that most of us have experienced the pain of lost romantic love, and having loved and lost, can choose either to be bitter and fearful, or can choose otherwise, knowing that keeping love in ones life is better, more hopeful, more fulfilling, than not. Heartache is one of lifes irritations which creates the pearl, if one lets it be so. Im not trying to diminish the pain of a broken heart, but I am suggesting that as the pain recedes with time, an evolution of spirit can occur, and ones notions of love (or fear, or pain, or anything else, for that matter) can evolve (or devolve) into wonderful new creatures, if you are open to it. (See Nancys eloquent description of love, below...thats all a part of what Im talking about). From my middle-aged view (the hag years, I call them), not keeping my heart and mind open to love looks like much the bigger risk, and would require a kind of courage I dont want to have. (n.b. to NB, upon his return: Yeats wrote of The Coming of Wisdom with Time, but that poem seems rather bitter about the whole notion, to me. Yet, from what I know of him (admittedly, only a very little), he never lost faith, or courage, or his muse, in his later years, so, what am I missing?)