Without further comment... > in his inclement, howling old age, Ahab’s soul, shut up in the caved trunk of his body, there fed upon the sullen paws of its gloom — Moby Dick (@MobyDickatSea)
A poet ages.
> "Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought." Emily Dickinson — Philosophy On Ice (@PhilosophyOI) May 18, 2022 [https://twitter.com/PhilosophyOI/status/1526993534233944065?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw]
> "Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought." Emily Dickinson — Philosophy On Ice (@PhilosophyOI) September 11, 2021 [https://twitter.com/PhilosophyOI/status/1436570258693713922?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw]
"Inside, we are ageless...and when we talk to ourselves, it's the same age of the person we were talking to when we were little. It's the body that is changing around that
> When one elderly woman found herself thinking about how she was going to die alone, she turned to a robotic “social companion.” “I know she can’t feel emotions, but that’s O.