All things age. All things die. In the end, our sun burns out. Our universe grows cold and perishes. But the Dark Dimension, it’s the place beyond time.
We seem to have reached the age where life stops giving us things and starts taking them away.
The age can be wicked to those who walk alone.
I would rather share one lifetime with you… than face all the Ages of this world alone.[to Aragorn]
Do not go gentle into that good night; Old age should burn and rave at close of day. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.[“Do not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas]
Why is grief the providence of youth? I don’t know. But I’d imagine that age deepens all feelings. Including grief.
So what is age? Nothing means anything if you are actually in love.
