I recently came across a posthumously poem by A. R. Ammons: Getting old gets old, he says; even tying to find something new to say about getting old gets old. I don't feel that way at all, though I am nearly as old as Ammons was when he wrote the poem. Things keep being revealed to me, or at least coming into sharper focus. What I see, I see more cleary than when I was young. Am I deluded?
The world keeps throwing up its surprises. We keep learning.