Friday, September 10, 2010
You ask what I know of youth, what I know of age.
I know youth is a curse one desires, age a gift one cannot request or refuse.
I know each autumn brings a winter and spring is never certain.
I know value in work and play, that doing away with either is foolish.
I know freshmen quarterbacks can play better than one thinks.
I know victory is life. I know examples teach. I know lessons fade.
I know the gospel of the Grand Experiment and the zone of proximal development.
I know when silence speaks and words fail.
I know art lies when it flatters.
I know I wake to sleep.
I know time is good for swollen knees and mellowed bourbon.
I know the tatters left of memory, the disappointments of family.
I know comfort is happiness poorly defined.
I know nothing more than my own limits.
I know a legend when I see one.
I know no difference between retirement and resignation.
I know Anytus and Meletus may indeed kill me, but they cannot harm me.
I know respect one owes rivals.
I know of floundering and steadying, the gasp of hell, the myth of heaven. I know no fear of death.