I am not really sure of what made me buy this book. The cover is beautiful, yes, but I’m not that shallow. It just ‘called me’ and I simply answered. I was intrigued by the byline ‘the coming of age of hyperintelligence’, I’ve been struggling how to make sense of getting older, of the meaning …
“Four Quartets” Part II: East Coker (by T.S. Eliot) … Home is where one starts from. As we grow olderThe world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated Of dead and living. Not the intense momentIsolated, with no before and after,But a lifetime burning in every momentAnd not the lifetime of one man onlyBut of old …
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