Everything Has To Evolve Or Else It

So The More Things Remain The Same, The More They Change After All.

Nothing Endures. Not A Tree. Not Love. Not Even Death By Violence.

Young People In My Generation Were Sort Of In Lockstep, And It Wasn't Just The '40s, Either. In The '30s And In The '50s It Was The Same. No One Ever Dropped Out Unless He Got Sick Or Got Kicked Out.

This Was The Tree, And It Seemed To Me Standing There To Resemble Those Men, The Giants Of Your Childhood, Whom You Encounter Years Later And Find That They Are Not Merely Smaller In Relation To Your Growth, But They Are Absolutely Smaller, Shrunken By Age. In This Double Demotion The Old Giants Have Become Pygmies While You Were Looking The Other Way.

As I Said, This Was My Sarcastic Summer. It Was Only Long After That I Recognized Sarcasm As The Protest Of People Who Are Weak.