Entering My Third Age.

The situation in Afghanistan is awakening something in me. Though it might be only one of many examples of the weakness inherent in mankind, it seems to be giving genesis to my third age. The first, as a young man, was relatively unmoved by disaster, abuse and injustice. The second was the ability to weep through heightened awareness of it. The third is the capacity to feel physically ill in response.

I feel the need of a companion, but it must be someone who is as lost as I am on the staircase to heaven-knows-where.