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From
God and the Machine:
Helen Mirren, Maggie Smith, and Jamie Lee Curtis have all, allegedly,
skipped the knife and simply aged into their faces the way God
intended.
And what is wrong with that? Remember the words of Yeats:
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face
The pilgrim soul in you.
A pilgrim is not the same at the end of a journey as at the beginning.
If he is, he’s done something wrong. Pilgrimage changes us. It marks us.
Life marks us too.
Wood enters the ocean as little more than a dying tree, and is plucked
out, miles further and years later, a beautiful piece of art shaped by
no human hand. When we try to use technology to strip away that effect
of time and tide on ourselves, we don’t retain our youthful looks. We
simply put on the mask of a child we no longer are.
I don’t want
to be a child again. I’m getting older, as is my wife. We wrinkle and
sag and creak. We also love and create and grow. We’re slowly being
called home, our bodies bearing the years and the miles on their return
trip to the earth from whence we come. Technology could give us back
only a facsimile of youth, and a grotesque one at that. It cannot give
us back the real thing.
We will never be young again, and that’s
okay. Even young, we weren’t truly who would we should be, because we
were born deformed by sin. None of us are perfect at 20 or 25, but we
will be so at the end when, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last
trumpet, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we shall be changed:
for this perishable nature must put on the imperishable, and this mortal
nature must put on immortality. All else is just dust. (Read more.)
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