Our 41st Year
The Old have seen it before: the unrealized promises, the ideal solutions that don’t translate, the mistakes about Human Nature. Their Vision is grounded in reality. Still, they remain hopeful. And wise.
The “pieces” in this book are loosely related. I have made a certain attempt to assemble them naturally; but for the most part, they are indulgences borne of insights I grabbed by the tail and held onto before they slipped away from my consciousness. Some of them depict moments of vivid and unforeseen change which obliterated the perception that preceded them.
Really, this is an attempt by an old man to trace his life in a small book inspired by years of having read paragraph-long obituaries, and having realized how sad it is that we all vanish from this earth forever, with nary a trace.
This is my trace.
—Peter Gorham
