Aye, there’s the rub

What I know at sixty, I knew as well at twenty. Forty years of a
long, a superfluous, labor of verification.

 E. M. Cioran from The Trouble With Being Born

2 thoughts on “Aye, there’s the rub

  1. I don’t think so. Even putting aside the amount the world has changed in the last 40 years, I know so much more about myself, the people around me, and things in general. But I also recognise, as Tim Dowling puts in in the Guardian today, that:

    Being old also means having to contend with the enormous, invisible volume of everything you have done and completely forgotten about. At the age of 20 you’ve lived so little you can remember virtually all of it; by the age of 60 you will have forgotten entire holidays, scores of books you’ve read, hundreds of arguments, upwards of a thousand former acquaintances, all the popular music released between 1999 and 2004, and at least 10 Netflix passwords. This isn’t memory loss – just a natural shedding of things your brain has deemed superfluous.

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    1. Like I said to Dave Pollard in an email “I read it differently. We know the truth then bury it under conditioning only to eventually come out the other side, if we’re lucky. ”

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