My mother enjoyed old age, and because of her I've begun to enjoy parts of it too. So far I've had it good and am crumbling nicely.
Old friends die on you, and they're irreplaceable. You become dependent.
It's more fun to watch without joining in.
I still go to a Christian priory for retreats.
For a devotee or lover, the being, worshipped or loved, will always be the only one for her or him.
I thought of such Christian inventions as the ghetto and the Jewish badge of shame. The Nazis didn't have to go very far to pick up their know-how.