The young are expected to engage in folly; middle age, of some peripheral insight; the old, of wisdom finally gained; and of deathbed conversions, a last gasp of regrets untold.  The imbalances in a world turned topsy-turvy impede upon an ordered universe: Today, the young are idolized and youth is the new god of sunlight; the middle-aged engage in nostalgia before their time, constantly striving to regain that which was lost by a mere filament of grey, and begin telling untruths about one’s age, […]