relativity
We walked through the musket fir as though we were invisible, indivisible. I turned to you and said, I got no money, I am a long way from home and I am so lonesome I could cry. You embraced me and we laid ourselves upon the ground. Above us, at a stretch, the shot continued in its flight.
The plight of thee, ego, keeps an over endowed species in check.
The golden years do no age. They are always equidistant to any point.