The discovery darkens life for some years; we begin to mourn the brevity of the human span, and the impossibility of wisdom or fulfillment within so limited a circle; we stand at the top of the hill, and without straining our eyes we can see, at its bottom, death.
Not yet. Not at 37. That realization that you are truly mortal comes a bit later. At least for me. In the frightening forties.
Not the thrilling thirties.
And before the forgiven fifties
