The Drug of Life

I have pondered aging for a while, as most everyone does by my age (63). It strikes me that youth is addicted to expansion. At age 3, age 7, etc. there is this constant expansion of physical and mental powers that is a lovely experience, even against a backdrop of difficulties and bad family dynamics. However, like any drug, it begins to offer diminishing return, e.g., the expansion at age 2 is enormously larger than the expansion at age 22. Over time the effects wear off.  Still, even through the 20s and 30s and 40s, when physical powers are diminishing, we experience expansion in a more ethereal form as we expand into marriage, family and career. But at some point, prior to the 70s, even for the late bloomers, we reach a tipping point and we enter a twilight period where we are, effectively, suffering withdrawal from expansion. We downsize our lives, our careers and our dreams and prepare for an ongoing contraction. An astrologer I know out of Vienna says that he ignores the work of anyone that is created after age 66. That may be a generalization and there are surely exceptions, but this move from expansion addiction to expansion withdrawal (contraction) kicks in for everyone who lives long enough. I am reminded of a quote from Black Elk: “The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.”
There is wisdom, for what it’s worth. But in the plane of consciousness called duality everything is one step forward, one step back. The infinity sign is just a zero with a twist.